decisions.

Picture yourself to be a mouse- tiny, curious, delicate. A savory scent fills the air, leading you to an immaculate beauty. Closer, you run.
Your stomach is aching to be filled with whatever this thing is that’s releasing the smell. This thing makes you want to weep with excitement when you see it.
Euphoria becomes your reality until three things happen all at once: a jaw, crunching into your paw, a quick snap, and the sharpest pain.
It takes you a moment to make sense of the last five seconds.
Squealing, struggling, scared. Try as you might, you’re stuck.
A vast, empty space responding to your cries with silence.
Moments pass as you scour your thoughts for solutions.
Panic has set in and there is nothing you can think of to escape.
Nobody is coming.
No one will save you.
You ponder the mistakes that lead you to this point. You deserve this, you did it to yourself. Was it greed? A naive hope, maybe? What will happen to your body? Who will find you? What will your family say?
At some point you will accept that this is your fate, to die: exhausted from the struggle. At this moment, a sense of relief may wash over you; the most profound denouement. The end of your compiled realities.