A Jewish Journey. Sheldon Cohen

He fell to the ground and crawled, his nose close to the floor hoping for breathable oxygen, but there was none. He retched, further intensifying his increasing shortness of breath. He attempted to crawl toward the door, but he could not get his arms and legs to move. Flames surrounded him, oxygen starvation overcame him and the surrounding blackness and the dancing lights accentuated. He felt a sudden calmness and a floating sensation just before everything turned pitch black. The fire raged out of control.