Claustrophobia

It was meant

To be a joke.

When I went

Into the room,

My cousins threw a blanket

Over my head.

I stumbled

And fell

And with a whoop

They climbed on top of me.

I could smell

The dusty beige carpet;

My face was pressed into it.

One of them

Sat on my chest

The other lay across my head.

My hands

Were tangled in the blanket

From trying to find the edge

So I could get my head free.

I was screaming "Let me go!  I can't breath!"

Aloud, 

Or in my head

I couldn't tell,

Because all I could hear

Was their laughter.

I don't like tight spaces anymore.