Are You Happy?

She was sinking deeper and deeper.

Sludge, shadows and smoke—one couldn't tell what it was, or was it what. Senseless and mad questions drifting back and forth. She was going forwards, or was she going backwards? Did it matter. What did matter? Who was she? What was she? A long tunnel of darkness surrounded her.

And it was suffocating.

Riveting. Motionless. She couldn't feel her arms but she could see and feel. If she looked above, left and right—it was all dark. But below her? Below her was hope. She had feet. She could move. Slow steps, one foot forward and then another. She was barefoot once again and the floor, the road was nothing but a white road. And not an end in sight.