Shadows linger, flecking along my skin, icy to the touch. The corridor elongates every time I near the exit door. The simple journey is tedious, a labyrinth designed by my personal Minotaur. Dragging through the maze, I see a teddy bear lying on the ground. Worn and rough on its patchy tuft of fur, I almost leave it. But, it’s gaze glistened with warmth, so I grabbed it and walked on. The shadows began to creep in and I clutched the bear so tight it could have burst into stuffing. I closed my eyes and desperately wished to avoid the icy fingertips scaling across my body. And a feeling of comfort coated my thoughts, and I see the door at my reach. Holding my savior, I walk into a new light, with my teddy bear.