I posted the prompt for this (via The Daily Post) earlier and here is my response.
Nothing, stretching on forever. The void fills my thoughts. I stuggle to keep my grip on what is real and what is in my mind, but to no avail. The darkness never ends, and everything is silent. Suddenly, a figure appears, standing in the emptiness. It takes me but a minute to realize it’s me. I am all alone. There is no noise. My figure crumples to the ground. There is nothing; but nothing is the only thing around. My figure slowly stands up, and when it is steady on its’ feet, it runs. On and on and on. It does not stop, trying to find a sign of something… anything.
I gasp, waking up to a cold sweat. I sigh tiredly. This is the fifth time I have had this dream. Every time, I am alone.
This is (of course) fiction. I tried to think of something that would give me uncontrolled anxiety, and, well, being alone does that to me.
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