My mouth was dry. It felt like my throat would glue shut if I didn't hydrate and soon. I crawled toward the water while fanning my hands across the floor as I closed in to where I thought the supplies were left.
The dark, the music, and the cold still pounded at me. I had no idea how long I'd been left in the dark. It felt like a long time. It could have been minutes.
My hands hit a water bottle. It toppled into the other bottles. Down went more bottles. I heard them rolling across the floor, but I managed to save two.
My fingers were numb from the cold. I struggled to open the bottle. I finally broke down and used my teeth to unscrew the cap.
The water was cold and welcoming. I fought back the urge to gulp it down because I knew I'd regret it if did. When I judged I'd finished half the bottle, I recapped the bottle.
