@foliaum
☆ — An elevator was something of DAILY use to most people. For others, the CRAMPED space was something of nightmares. Speckles doubted a day would ever come that she would be able to enter without the STRANGE feeling erupting in her stomach, without the urge to cry and kick and scream.
Now, the same feeling was there. Her throat felt like it was getting TIGHTER and TIGHTER, her lungs restricting and collapsing on themselves in a desperate attempt to pump oxygen through her bloodstream. Her hands knotted around the blanket in her lap, the DAUNTING doors only seeming BIGGER as the seconds passed. FEAR was branching from every limb, and she hadn’t even breached the doors.
In fact, Speckles was only sitting on the floor, in the middle of a Café, gazing INTENTLY at the elevator up to the Cloud Terrance, trying to swallow down the anxiety. It only made her stomach turn quicker.
