“I need help!”
As soon as the words have left your mouth, the slime creeps into your mouth, clogging your throat and coating your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, waiting for death and a return to your room. But then you hear a voice call your name.
“Grab my hand!”
The slime closes over your ears, eyes, and your chest burns with lack of oxygen. You can’t get your hand up, as hard as you try . .
When you wake up, your mouth is coated with slime. Your head aches and your lungs burn. You’ll heal. You always do. But it’s the first time you’ve ever heard anyone else in the Underworld with you. Who was that? For the first time, you’re excited to fall asleep again.
What will you do tomorrow?