A Brush With Death
Light flooded the room, disturbing my peaceful slumber. Restraints tightened around my body just moments before I was plunged into cold, immersive water. I struggled to focus on my surroundings, but everything beyond the glass was distorted. As soon as the dunking started, it was over, and I was free of the icy depths. I felt like I was flying through the air. Splat! This acrylic colour stained my once perfect hair just seconds before my head thumped against a white surface. Then I was falling. I struggled to catch my breath before I descended into the murky, icy depths and everything went black.
