journal 20

i can feel it. 
i reach out 
looking for it. 
i can't find it. 
i start to panic. 
where is it? 
where? 
i scream 
i shout but no one 
is coming 
for me 
i try to open my eyes. 
i cant. 
it is like there is a lock 
and i do not have the key 
i scream and claw at the air. 
 ....
why? 
it has been 1...2 hours? 
what did i do to deserve this. 
to not be able to speak. 
to not be able to see? 
no. 
i stand. 
i will not be the victem. 
i open my eyes. 
and i say two words. 
" good morning. "