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I can’t get out!

I run down an endless white hallway trying each door. Each gold knob refuses to turn. Each white panel door refuses to open as I pound.

I have no choice. I must continue to race through the never ending corridor.

My heart’s quickened thud echoes in my ear. My palms begin to sweat making me lose grip of the door handles.

Anxietyexpands and engulfs.

“Are you okay?” asks a concerned voice.

“What?” a groggy voice answers.

“You were screaming in your sleep. You must have been dreaming.”

“Thank God.”