I can’t see. I can’t hear anything else except the faint rustling. I don’t know where I am. I am starting to panic.

“No, no, no, no, no.” I whisper softly to myself. I don’t think anyone is around. My quiet voice starts to gain volume until I am sobbing. I can barely breathe in between my panicked pants.

A thousand thoughts go through my head. I need to slow down and think. First, inhale. Next, hold my breath. Then, slowly breathe out. This helps me calm down to the point where I can organize my thoughts.

What can I see? Nothing.

What can I hear? Something rustling.

What can I smell? Something metallic.

What do I taste? Some salt.

What do I feel? Stone.

I gather that I am in some sort of cave, sitting on the ground. The taste in my mouth is from my tears which are silently flowing down my face. I decide that my best course of action is to find a wall.

Crawling over on my hands and knees, I eventually find the wall. It is cool to my touch and feels the same as the ground. Placing my right hand on the wall, I fully stand up. I extend my left hand in front of me and walk forward, keeping my right hand on the wall.

After using this method to get around for some time, I start to hear the rustling sound again. Trying to stifle my panic, I take a deep breathe. I will survive this.

But then the rustling sound is louder and closer. I can almost feel it behind me. I give up on keeping my hand on the wall and just run away from it. I sprint until I can’t anymore. I don’t hear the rustling sound.

I walk around the new room I’m in and find a wall. Leaning on my back, I slide down it until I’m sitting. And then I realize it. The wall isn’t cool stone. It is warm and moving. I can feel its breath moving its chest. Its arms reach around me and tighten. It says, “I’ve got you.”

I squeeze my eyes close and try to black out everything. I don’t want to be here. “Come back to me,” it tells me. I feel its arms getting tighter. My breath is coming in short pants. My body goes limp and I wake up.

My fiancé wraps his arms around me, comforting me from my nightmare. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he tells me.