If I get out of here alive, it will be a miracle. A huge miracle!
I got lost; I am trying to find my way back, and I am not having an easy time of it. See, I am claustrophobic, severely claustrophobic, and dummy me, I got separated from The Group. Guess where we are.
In a cave, of all things.
If there is one thing I hate, it's caves. Especially big, dark ones like the one we're in at the current time.
I'm doing everything I possibly can not to panic, but my body is threatening to go into attack-mode if I don't get outta here soon: my heart is racing and palpitating wildly inside my chest, my lungs are craving fresh air, I am sweating bullets, and my nerves are like violin strings: they're wound up tight.
Maybe if I yell and/or scream, my group will hear me. Then they can find me and come rescue me.
Lord, I can only hope (if there is a Lord) ...
Seems I am known for getting into a pickle, one after another. For example, the time where I got locked in a closet by my dumb little baby sister. She thought it would be cute to watch me wig. It's a wonder I didn't rip the door off its hinges (though I did try ... )! That certainly didn't help my claustrophobia any.
Another time, I was on an elevator, and it got trapped between floors. Guess where I was. Stuck in the back, and it was crowded. Then the power went out. I thought I was gonna die. When I finally got out of there, I fainted, and they had to use smelling salts on me to revive my happy butt.
Embarrassed? You bet!! Now everyone thinks I'm a big baby 'cause I can't handle being in tight spaces or in excessively crowded places.
Now I'm stuck in this horrible, dank, dark, smelly cave, and there isn't a godblessed thing I can do to get out of here (unless I yell my guts out). I don't know what I am going to do; if I don't get outta here soon, I'm gonna go wild!!! I hate this damn claustrophobia!!!!