I was alone. I could hear the rattles of every shaky breath I took. I thought my life before was what you called lonely and meaningless, but I was wrong. This is what it means to be alone. This is what the world will be when there is no hope. I was lost in an empty space. I could not see or feel. I was enveloped in an infinite stretch of darkness. There was no escape. It was too late.
I opened my eyes, panting for breath that failed to reach my lungs in the dream. I was covered in cold sweat, confused and still exhausted. My chest aching with pressure from my heart thumping wildly in my rib cage. I tried to recall the dream I had woken from moments before but found... nothing. I couldn't remember what it was about, but I knew that whatever I had just awaken from was terrible beyond words.