I could feel them everywhere. Hands. Hands that were pressing on me with all of their might, trying to crush me from the outside in. It was as if I could feel the individual finger tips digging into my skin. It didn't matter where I went or how deeply I breathed, I still felt like I was being crushed. Though the morning had started out fine, something shifted and gradually everything grew dark and the pressure got worse. I felt like I was being shoved into a cage; into a prison.