Dungeon no Dragons

I stood on the steps for a long time. Downstairs. 12 steps.
The Dungeon to me!
It was like a grip around my throat and chest.
Fear.
Years had passed.
The feeling had not.
I felt sick just thinking about it.
I pushed the memories back.
Breathe.
That was then and this is now.
Breathe.
It's safe.
That space is different now.
It's now my home.
Made into an Apartment.
All changed.
Breathe.
Go down.
Same space.
Dungeon.
Now with no Dragons.