Walls

I’ve sat here for ages, the walls surrounding me. They’re closing in now. Inch by inch, foot by foot. They’re swallowing me. But all I can do is sit. What should I do? What would I do even if I wanted to do something? The door is right there, screaming at me to escape.
Hm… I think I’ll stay here. It’s easier, and much more comfortable. And I’m sure the walls will stop. Surely they won’t crush me. I look around. The walls.
The walls? Are they slowing down? Have they stopped? Maybe they’re waiting. DARING me to walk right through the door. Ha! They’re mocking me.
Well, no, the walls are still closing. I look around some more. I think my throat is closing up. And my hands… they feel clammy. No… it’s just my overactive imagination. I close my eyes, trying to take a break from the voices in my head. “No.” I say. They grow louder. “No,” I say, louder this time. “NO!” I yell out.
And they’re gone. But so am I. Enveloped as one within these walls. Never to be found again. Gone.