Bleakness! Despair! Despondency! Mystery! Gloom! Turmoil!
It is hovering over every niche of my studio where I sweat.
I am perching on a tilted seat, alongside a half-tinted pane.
Pitch black darkness has presently descended everywhere.
Signalling that, it is nearing midnight, and it is slumber time.
I am distrusting my feelings which are inaccurate due to this state of mind.
An insignificant shift in noise is freaking me out from top to bottom.
I am bewildered, and my body is in a state of being paralyzed.
Can I jump spontaneously after this hindrance in my trail?
I am unable to constrain my apprehension at this terrifying hour.
And I have a strong intuition that disaster has cornered me.
What occurred, how it happened and why was I targeted this time?
Various scenes are flashing unwaveringly one by one in my…