Tanning beds

The world is depreciating before my eyes. I watch the globe explode before me as the sun swells and swallows it whole. Sweat drips down my brow as thoughts circle my mind, the depression accumulates and trickles down into my core. I will die alone. I did not see that coming, the loneliness. This tiny plastic box they call life gets smaller and smaller every second, my heart is raging, beating into oblivion. I have no one left, I am alone. Slowly, I try to wiggle my way out. I am trapped. Nothing makes sense anymore. A purple incandescent light shines around me, ominous. The sun is setting and I will soon be in darkness. It was bright first, accumulating me to heat and pain, then it darkens, my skin pruning and turning to dust. This was a mistake. I learned today that tanning beds and claustrophobia do not mix.