1. Face down in the bottom of the well.
The bottom of the well is foul and putrid filled with muck and decay. Face down the muck fills my nostrils and mouth. It covers over my ears. I can’t see, can’t hear, and I can’t breathe. It fills my chest and lungs and I just want to give in. I don’t struggle against it as it fills me up and the world starts to get further and further away.