Skeletonized
He kept his eyes on the locked door. He was alone in the room, he liked it that way, alone. He was feeling the air growing thicker and thicker and the walls getting smaller and smaller. He was a secluded person and most of the time he enjoyed that but this time he was feeling alone. He missed feeling alive. He missed being alive. Somehow, his own nature of being secluded turned against him, somehow trying to kill him, slowly.
The tunnel was full of neon light, which spread high, demonic shades on the walls. She looked carefully into the powerful light which was hurting her eyes and suddenly had a revelation: the world is made of neon light, all its craziness and misunderstanding, shining bright, hurting our eyes. The primary light God has created was the neon light for it holds all the complexity of the universe.