A Moment in the Mind of Yamato
There had been nothing to look forward to; nothing had come of the day. With a single fleeting look out the glass it became apparent that the world was dead. The night, almost spent and the day wasted pondering the nothingness, which he embodied.
Shutting his eyes, he welcomes the darkness that surrounds him as he's carried away to a land of enchantment. Extravagant, intricate, abstract figures of lavishing hues dance to an endless waltz in his mind. Falling rapidly grasping frantically onto the darkness that encased him, clutching against the shadows he longs for the void below to break his fall. Spinning quickly out of control his body stiffens as he prepares for the crash that waits below.
Coming to a sudden halt, he opens his eyes, but he is still enveloped in the obscurity, he has yet to leave to his mind. Magical, mysterious, mystifying creatures circle his body still suspended in mid-air. Shutting his eyes, not daring to look, his body becomes tense, beads of sweat trickle down his face; disgusted at the saline taste, why hasn't anything happened to him? Going numb and still dangling in the air, his mind wonders, he gathers the courage to open his eyes, the creatures were gone, his body relaxed as much as his situation would allow.
Floating in the abyss of his psyche he searched for an exit from the chasm he had fallen into. Eyes hysterically darting in all directions looking for something, anything, but they found nothing. No dimensions to his dark prison, no starting or ending points, no light whatsoever he was incarcerated in boundless cage, a sudden new sensitivity of confinement overwhelmed him, the darkness was closing in on him. Wanting nothing more than an escape from his nightmare, a wail of anguish escaped his lips, but no sound was emitted; over and over again he shouts, yet all his efforts prove fruitless, he was trapped. The eerie shadows seemed to be growing closer, pushing his body against the weightless and seemingly invisible walls he struggled; he couldn't hold up against them, his footing was slipping from mid-air, the pressure was too much. Collapsing under the force of the darkness he began to fall once again, quicker than before.
A soft sensation beneath him, his eyes sprang open, a faint light to his side, dark numerals flashed in the empty room, 5:56am. With a brief look out the glass it became apparent that the world was dead, all over again.