This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter.
Sitting in a wooden chair
I realize I cannot breathe at all
The room around me is dark and cold
And water is slowly filling inside
It passes my ankles and then my knees
I want to stop the water but cannot move
I feel like butter in my seat
With no feelings in my arms or legs
I start to drown as water fills around me
Slowly sinking and losing myself
I am soon entering a deep sleep
But I know I can wake up sometime soon
At this time I want to be able to fly
Soaring far away from this moment