In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.” You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
No light. Darkness so complete that you can’t see even a glimmer of yourself. You can’t even find the walls to crouch in a corner. But, you can hear breathing in the room and it seems to be coming from every direction moving closer. You keep blinking hoping that you will see something, anything. And then something brushes against your arm.
Gotcha! Your sphincter muscles and bladder release and the lights go on.