MIND MAP

PARAGRAPH 1
- elevator grinds to a halt, and with it, my heart.
- twinkling yellow bulb fuses out
- metal tank is in a reluctant state of inertia
- dim white light diffracts through the slender slit between the metallic
- rusty doors of the elevator
- fingernails are stubbed from gnawing at the metallic walls
- Hot flushes of terror overwhelm me as blood pounds inside my ears
- Fear starts creeping in as the realization of the elevator being stuck
PARAGRAPH 2
- I bash the drab aluminium walls like a mallet striking metal, causing grey soot to gust out
as if they were ashes.
- shrieks for help, resulting in nothing but far-flung echoes
- swarms of dust entering my mouth and sucking out the moisture like a vacuum cleane
- panic makes my eyes black out, blurring my vision
- Constant waves of claustrophobia propagate throughout- suffocating me(python clasping
my throat
- veins in my head spur to pop out, my brain pulsates, gushes of piping hot blood
PARAGRAPH 3
- pungent smell of wet cement trickles through the top and into my nose
- frosty bead of sweat oozes down my spine
- blaring sound of a siren - deafening silence
- ghastly, smoky whiteness blankets the natural brown of my skin.
- The floor feels adamantine, even though it is surfaced with a bristly brown rug.
- carpet - beaten with dust, grains of off-white sand slightly glisten against the mild orange
glow of the light in the shaft above the elevator
- rusty steel slabs guard the entry (narrow and scanty fracture- is in denial to expand)
- back wall is a greasy copper-tinted mirror, diffusing a metallic and rusty smell
- tool is withering and broken, almost like a crumbling wafer, it would collapse if one tried
to settle on it.

PARAGRAPH 4
- elevator groans like an animal in pain
- My ears are tickled by the bothersome stridulating of the crickets in the otherwise silent
elevator shaft
- The elevator sways in a sporadic and bumpy manner, creating a rasping noise
- distant hooting of a train pulls me back into the present–a break from the monotonous
sounds of machinery
PARAGRAPH 5
- Gazing distantly towards the buttons panel
- In the top-right corner, the chalky instruction plate sways messily from a single screw
- Hanging feebly from its spiraling inky wire is the broken, buzzing intercom phone, its
incessant beep racking my nerves
 - A yellow bell, supposedly the alarm button, elegantly outlined in sunset-yellow, stands
out of the crowd as the biggest frontier of false hope.
PARAGRAPH 6
- An immense urge to jump out of my skin and join the ethers overpowers me
- seems as if my entire universe is limited to this metal cistern
- Drained of all hope, suddenly, the elevator slams downwards with a thud
- heave a sigh of relief as that narrow slit widens, allowing light to enter.