My pulse quickens with each step towards the doors
A cold sweat forms along my hairline
I feel each nerve ending begin to react
And my body starts to tremble
"It's okay, no one is noticing."
We file into the the express
Less stops, faster pace
Not making this any better for me at all
It's crowded
At capacity
Teens, chaperones and Secret Service
There are no stops until we reach the top
I'm completely dizzy;
Swirling faces,
Buttons,
Holsters,
DING!
I open my eyes and I'm in a seated position
A chaperone to my right
Secret Service to my left and directly in front
Everything is distorted
Sound, vision, location, time.
As I gain my bearings, ready for it to be over,
The doors open again,
For the second half of my nightmare to the top...
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Natalie Felix
I am an old soul with many stories in my head...from many lifetimes. Some are true. Some less so.
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Comments (3)
Great job describing the fear. I loved the โdingโ. I was right there when it happened.
Damn.. that would definitely be a scary experience. I used to live in a highrise building when I was younger and the lift used to stop working quite often so I had been stuck in it so many times.. the first few times it was definitely scary, but I think the exposure therapy took care of that ๐
Not you trying to cue my anxiety. I hate lifts but will use with dread