Well, I sensed I was deep, deep underground and it was very dark and quiet…no, that’s not it. More as if the darkness was alive, like a creature that ate light and sound. Maybe I was in a big cave, a huge cave, as big as a great hall. And it was filled with water all the way up to the ceiling, leaving only the tiniest gap for my face to peak above the water’s edge. I remember breathing comfortably but with every breath I inhaled, I could taste the breath I had just exhaled.
I recall the feeling of wanting to panic but the water seemed to almost absorb my feelings. I was scared of growing tired and drowning, or running out of air. I devised plans of escape – like swimming to the edge of this supposed cave – but the water was like a voice telling me it was of no use. And I agreed. I knew, almost as if it was a memory I had always known, that the prison’s edge would move with me and leave me trapped in the middle, floating in a seemingly bottomless expanse of dark water.