Incessant dripping noises echoed next to my ear. The last thing that I remember was binge watching Love & Hip Hop, and then being fussed at by my mother about eating too much KFC. As I come to my senses I realize that I'm no longer on my mother's raggedy, torn, and beat up sofa. It feels damp, wet, and smells earthy. I twitch a finger, still unable to open my eyes, and unable to move any other part of my body.

    My kinky curly hair is stuck to my neck, and it feels as if my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth. The ground feels flat and slick against my back, shortly thereafter I realize I'm wearing nothing but a sports bra and panties. I attempt to move my leg, but it tremors as if some unknown force was holding it there and I relax once again. I focus my hearing searching for clues with sound. 

    With each drip I can hear a crescendo of echoes in either direction. The air was damp and it was slightly hard to breath. It didn't have it's usual freshness, crispness, or even the smell of laundry detergent and fried chicken like at home. It was musky, with metallic and mossy undertones. It was warmer than usual as if I was basking in a sauna. Finally one of my eyes manage to peel open, although I liked my previous situation better. It was completely and utterly dark. 

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    Managing to get my eyes open completely, I slowly begin to regain full control of my body and senses. I feel around and both of my hands hit what appears to be a wall on either side of me. I attempt to sit up, but my forehead slams into what appears to be another wall right above me. Judging by all of the information I have gathered in the last few seconds I was in a crawl space. That's it, it's really it I'm dead. Hell is a never ending dark tunnel. I should have never promised to go to church Sunday. 

     I spend and endless amount of time using my senses, dragging my body, and taking power naps. My body is sore, I'm getting weak from exhaustion, and my body screams in agony as I have been scraped by one too many rocks and unknown objects. I hadn't had water in who knows how long, and I was beginning to hear things.

     I had no idea how long it had been, but finally I had reached the end. My problem? Something was in the way of my exit. Using whatever energy I had left in me, I press against it with all of my might. It doesn't budge. Finally I rest against it. Suddenly I am falling. With no clue as to what is at the end. It appears to be night, and although I'm free falling I get glimpses here and there. My final destination was a pink body of water.