It’s dark, no one else is present. My voice bounces off the four metal walls like the ball in an arcade machine. Frustration comes over me as I patiently wait for the lights to come on. No lights, no action, no movement. I start to bang on the walls, pushing the red call button, praying for a response, all I hear from the other end is static. I start to panic as I feel the air start to deplete. Anxiety rears its ugly head as I find myself screaming 😱 louder than a women in labor, hoping for a response. Finally, a voice comes over the loudspeaker apologizing for the switching malfunction, telling me that I should be out in just a few minutes. A sudden calmness comes over me and I find that although I’m still in darkness, I’m enjoying the space I’m in.
By Felina Silver Robinson