I gasp.
Struggle for air.
This aching whiteness
Blinds my eyes.
The sterile blankness
Blocks my breath.
A blackness appears.
In the far distance.
Swallowing the aching whiteness.
It brings life unto death.
It brings the coolness of the midnight sky.
It brings peace.
I breath.
Blissful, at last.
I stop struggling.
I am asleep.