Special Poem 11 (A Dream) Team Salvato

I was wandering an abandoned warehouse at night.
I was lost, looking for an exit. I just wanted to go home.

I came upon a huge empty room, its ceiling and walls beyond the deep blackness.
My steps were quick in order to hurry to the other side. Or to a wall. Anything.

Suddenly, the ground was no longer beneath my feet. I stepped into a hole of indeterminate width.
I fell for a good five seconds before crashing into warm water.

Figuring out which way was up, I surfaced myself. The air was humid, and the sounds of my splashing reverberated endlessly.

My vision was completely swallowed by the dark. With one hand, I could feel the damp metal wall of the container.

My lungs were already getting tired.