Breathe with Poppy
As I turned my head, my eyes traced the walls of the small, dark room, watching as they seemed to inch closer and closer towards me. The atmosphere was eerie and oppressive, as if an almost palpable weight was pressing down on everything within it, suffocating and constricting.
Each breath I took felt like an immense effort, requiring an inhuman level of determination to draw in even a small amount of air. The sense of suffocation hung thick in the air, as if the very atmosphere itself was conspiring to smother me.