The footsteps of the night approach, with a deep breath coming from lungs as each step rebounds. The sound of the opening door penetrates my ears and I hear how the door I just came through into this maze closes with thump that resounds in my ears. I'm blind, my hands guide me as they touch the walls, the walls that once in a while curse me with a crooked nail that leave a mark on my skin. Every mark will stay, I know, but I won't them stop me from reaching the door in the somber darkness.
My breaths become more prominent in the long hallway and my feet get tired of walking. But I don't stop, the reward is at the end. I know the sun is waiting for me, and it will fill my vision with warmth and remove the anxiety from my bones.
My hands finally feel the doorknob in the tips of the fingers.