Vipers in the laces: A race Against time

"I was sitting on the edge of my bed trying to tie my shoes, but the laces kept twisting into thin, slick vipers with gleaming yellow eyes. I knew I had to get to a doctor's appointment in ten minutes, though I couldn't remember what city I was even in. Suddenly the floorboards started humming, and two massive copperheads slid out from under the closet door, hissing softly as their fangs dripped with shiny liquid onto the hardwood. I tried to jump onto the nightstand, but my legs felt impossibly heavy, like I was moving through thick syrup. Before I could make a sound, the bedroom vanished and I was barefoot in a overgrown, muddy ditch at twilight, surrounded by rustling leaves. I could hear hundreds of dry rattles buzzing all around me in the dark, getting closer and closer, and this cold, crushing panic clamped around my ribs so hard I couldn't pull in a single breath."