Our Last Breath

Dark. Darkness. Shadow. Unlit. Gloom, murk, gloaming, tenebrous. Leaden. All synonyms of dark. That is what I came to. A crunch. Sand. Sand is in my mouth. I see a faint yellow in this dark. Colours. Then, I realized. I have yet to open my heavy eyes. Hello! This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while now. I won't spoil the details, as I want you to figure things out along with the main protagonist, who is, for now, nameless. Enjoy.