Clearly I need to get up. Mustering enough strength, I force myself through

several more cracks and only feel it from my collarbones upwards. It takes several tries,

And my arms are so heavy in the sleepy haze that hangs over me. I still can't see, which

makes my neck begin to give out backwards from the weight of my head.

Stale, hot air is just barely hitting my eyes. It stings as I swipe off hardened gunk,

But I am met with ... a hard ceiling to the head.

My face is starting to wake up from that. It kind of aches.

The air is so cramped in here I can hardly breathe. I stick my hands out and

feel around myself, deciding to try: A)

 

 

(B).