Panic Cattack

Labored breaths echo throughout the bolted space. A doom sensation overtakes the place of solace. Her eyes scan for any exit. Light scrambles through a cracked door. A window glows, ajar. Too far away for the taking, her body immobilizes. She strives to breathe... even that threatens to cease. Silent screams gasp for life, as if trying to turn a door with breath. A wave of wet beads seethe from her skin, like lakes between boulders. Her shoulders rise like hefty mountain weights summoned to a stomach of scrambled sand. In a kaleidoscopic instant, from the perceived exit, enters a tuxedo hero, donning sporty socks, flaunting a solid strut. Up, he jumps upon her lap, like the reward of a clapping audience. His constant fur coat would be a king's boast. Like melted butter on toast, he spreads his warmth. A reverberating purr becomes the mender of broken emotions. Hyperventilation fades to mimic his oceanic vibes. 2/26/2019