I crawled off the bed to the floor, it was so dark in the smoke filled room
the stench was horrible in both smell and gloom
My first impulse was to run but, then I remembered; "I'm not the only one"
I thought of my family, lying so near, how to get to them isn't clear
The smoke was pouring into the room from cracks all around the door
I could hear the crackles of the impending doom and the sound of spray cans as they explode I knew I had already been injured the feeling of a bad sunburn
I crawled toward the door and felt its surface. It was so hot! The fire was just outside.
There was no way open it to do so would expose me more. I began to yell in an attempt to wake everyone up. The only window was across the room and the flames were licking from those walls. That answered my question about the hall
The smoke gathered lower and lower. I knew I could not breath much longer
as its arid acid contents would stop me. I don't know how I know this.
I guess just instinctively
It was then, when the smoke had lowered all the way to the floor
and I was without breath that he came out of the dark. A black figure, a strange man
He gathered me into his arms and put something over my face. It was easier to breath,
but I was coughing too much. He carried me.
The flames were all around us the walls, floor, and ceiling were lit
between the blackness of smoke, like flickering out of control candles
My eyes burn from the smoke. They are tearing, its hard to see.
He jumped with me held tightly. Something in the dark flame lit passageway
Then crouched and jumped again all the while keeping me tightly in his grip
I felt so safe in his arms this stranger knew what he was doing
I could sense it. I could feel his courage, his strength. I could tell he was there for me
and me alone. He would not abandon me to the open flames. He carried me outside
away from the danger. I was exhausted, coughing and crying. I could not stand up
when he set me down.
I lay, and watched.
He turned, and without hesitation walked directly back into the smoke
Back into the flames coming from my burning home. I could only follow him with my eyes
Even that was so tear clogged that I could not see if he came back out again.
I must have slept
I opened my eyes and saw my family standing next to a truck. They were, Ok.
My tears began again and then...I saw him
He was sitting across from me exhausted and covered in soot. His head was down on his chest and I could tell he was hurt. Hurt by the smoke he had to endure
when he gave me his oxygen mask.
He sacrificed himself for me
He endangered himself for me
He carried me
He cradled me
He showed the love he had for me
I managed to get up
and went to him
and when he lowered his face
I kissed him
His smile was so tired
I lay at his side...