Peter slowly opened his eyes to meet absolute strange darkness. The atmosphere was thick and dark as the devil's soul; the air dirty and dusty. Shortly, some dust particles found their way to his windpipe; this resulted in chest burn and he began choking. He opened his eyes wider but could see absolutely nothing, not even the smallest source of light.
"What is happening to me? Where the fuck, am I?" he questioned himself as panic set in; a shiver chasing up his spine. Black clouds rotated and looked fit to collapse down upon the bed.
"How did I even get here?" he wondered, his heart kicking hard. Trying to provide an answer to the pending questions; he recalled going to bed with someone. That ignited a gleam of hope in him.
