I was nestled between a rock and the ceiling. I hated this cave. I stared off into the darkness. I hated darkness. I worked my way to the bottom. I was lost. I trudged along. I stomped into a puddle. I hate puddles. I continued on. Eventually I came to a shallow body of water in the cave. I scooted through. Maybe I’d find something cool. I stopped when I heard whispers. I turned around.
“Hello?” I called. I heard more whispers and some giggles. I saw nothing but the darkness that seemed to stretch forever.