Journal 146

I woke up this morning struggling to breathe. I couldn’t see anything. Smoke and fire were pouring through the air vent at the top of the wall. Smoke had engulfed my room. I crawled to the door. I banged and yelled for someone to help me. I knew no one was going to help me. I was going to die in the fire. I was lying on the floor near the door struggling to breathe. I couldn’t catch my breath. Suddenly the door burst open. I couldn’t tell who was there, but he grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me outside.