I couldn't breathe.
I could see it vividly. The mandarin orange had grown too big for my room and suddenly it was on top of me. I was struggling, flailing my arms around me. In the back of my mind, I am yelling profanities to myself for trying to break it. But I couldn't help myself. I was filled with curiosity about what it could be in actuality. What could be of this thing? And the next thing I know, I was digging my fingers, clawing at its grainy surface. I knocked against it, punched it but it won't give away but it seemed that it was disturbed, as something roared in the room.
