I NOTICED THE SOURCE OF THE LIGHT, IT WAS COMING UP THROUGH THE GAPS IN THE FLOORBOARDS. I WALKED OVER AND LAY FLAT ON THE FLOOR, PRESSING MY EYE TO THE GAP.
As my body connected with the rough surface of the wood beneath me, a sprinkling of dust rose from the ground. Delicate wisps danced through the air.
I studied the way they rose and fell, these graceful, floating beings and their heavenly ascension. For a moment I forgot where I was, until the light flickered beneath me. I was pulled back to the cold floorboards, my eyes fixating on the leaking illuminance once more.
My sight was transfixed, and I could feel my cornea tighten with every lingering second. After a gruelling glare I knew I was never going to escape, I forced myself to look away, my eyes immediately filling with tears.
My lungs ached, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a breath. I was trying so hard to stay silent that I hadn’t exhaled, and I choked on the trapped air in my lungs. I clutched my mouth and pressed my ear to the ground, listening out for any footsteps below me.
With a sigh of relief, I turned back to the light source, but it had been replaced by an infinite darkness. I heard the creak of the doorknob turning.
They had found me.
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