Unorthodox - Stephanie Deschenes - Bog

Where the white walls meet the equally white ceiling there are rows of blinding light bulbs stretching all the way down the hall for as far as I can see. Behind me, the bulbs crackle and pop, darkening the distance I've traveled. Desperate to stay ahead of the expanding blackness that is rapidly approaching me, I continue to run. I turn my head to catch a brief glance at the following obscurity. The quick peek costs me my coordination. Tripping over my own feet, I land in the arms of a blinding bright figure.