Shellcreature was turning in the dark. She could feel the dark flowing over the ridges of her spine like her spine itself was a shell is my spine a shell she jolted awake in terror. No. Her breath rattled out of her. Suddenly it felt like there was too much space too much air between her face and the nearest wall. There was too much darkness without the warm sense of something to break it something that could be touched to steady oneself if one were to slip. She breathed quicker. Why had she not felt this scared since … Why had she never felt this scared in the shell? The air was cold as she breathed it quickly and it felt like it didn't fill her.
'help', thought Shellcreature for the first time since…
'help'