No way out. A terrifying thought. The stuff of nightmares.
A closed room with no windows and a locked door. Trapped.
Waking in a dark room not knowing where I am. Trapped.
Elsa woke up with a start, sweating and shivering at the same time. She tried to shake off the nightmare. At least she thought it was a nightmare. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the inky darkness and looked around. No windows. A locked door. Terror.
She wanted to succumb to that terror. To lay down in a corner and curl into a fetal position. And wait. For what? Rescue? Or death?
“What clear-minded confidence does it take to find a way out?” she thought. “I wish I knew.”
“I need to change the reality of the situation,” she thought. “This closed room is not a trap, but a problem to be solved. Clues are in the room. Or are they just in my mind? Hinges on the door can be undone. A pin found on the floor can pick a lock.”
Elsa’s brain swirled with possibilities. “Maybe the room is not a room at all. Maybe it’s a meadow surrounded by leafy trees and sunlight filtering down. Birds sing. Butterflies flit. Bees buzz. Flowers bloom. Breathe in that sweet and spicy scent. Its not a room at all.”
“Am I going crazy? Is the reality I see the truth of how things are? Or is this just how I choose to see it? Am I in a dark, locked room?”
From her fetal position in the corner, Elsa withdrew further into her mind. She skipped through the meadow and danced in the sun. The reality of the room was more than she could grasp. She was trapped.