Theres a rumble of thunder loudly outside my room.

I step outside and smell and breathe the fresh rain-cleansed air and feel revitalized.

Upon returning to my room I decide I should have long retired hours ago.

Yet my room feels mugy, the heat created by the machines is consuming any fresh air present.

Its suffocating. I cant open the window because there is some gardening waste currently located by my window and it smells something feirce.

And I cant leave my door open at night because, its uncomfortable for me.

Therefor I'm left in this irritating lack of oxygen and content myself with turning on my fan to blow some used air over my lips while I try to fall asleep.

In all of this I stop to think. Do I do this with the rest of my life? Do I pacify myself with imitations or illusions to content myself? All the while I'm letting myself suffocate...

I want to breathe the free air again.