Numbness

The next page of the music was flipped and the sound of it was like an orchestra. Every movement and sound in that room could make anyone paranoiac. The walls were flashing white like neon signs at an old drive in. Every smile and laugh seemed to be getting closer each time they occurred. There was no escape. The door that my legs wanted to carry me to seemed miles away, but yet scrunched in like everything else. My fingertips were ice; frozen. Even my mind, I could feel it, was beginning to creep toward solid hibernation.