He was already in a fetal position, but the walls kept closing in. His muscles were stiff and tight from the pressure. He was about to be crushed. He could barely breathe. He wanted to scream, but there wasn’t enough air.
“What am I going to do?” It was a desperate thought. “How am I going to get out of here?”
He wanted to give up, let the pressure destroy him, but he couldn’t. He had a wife, children, grandchildren who would be devastated if he died. He had to continue, but how?
The pressure continued. The walls seemed to wrap themselves around him, like form-fitting steel or stone.
“I’ve got to find a way to make the pressure ease up, but I can’t!”
Nothing worked, not TV, not books, not booze, drugs, porn. Nothing.
He had no way out but he couldn’t give up.
The receptionist’s voice shook him out of his living nightmare.
“Mr. Moore, Dr. Carlton will see you now.”
For all the good counseling would do.