Bad Dream!
I got up from lying down. I’m running out of breath. Again, I dreamt of it, the same dream ... the same nightmare. I’m staring blankly at the wall. I once more drifted back.
I shook my head, trying to erase the dream in my mind while I let my body fall on the bed, bouncing me gently for a second. I spread my arms and stared at the ceiling for a few moments before turning my head to the alarm clock. The sound of it made me realize that it’s already eight o’clock in the morning.
I usually get up around 6 a.m., but whenever one of my nightmares comes to visit me, I wake up within two hours. It has been two months since I dreamt about it. I hope I won’t dream about it anymore. I hope it will never come back again—to haunt me.
Tears welled up in my eyes.The hot fluid ran down every side of my cold, pale face. Whimpers came out of my mouth. I don’t want to dream of it again. I can’t bear the agony of it.
No!
Never!
No!
It will never be my fault. No, it’s not me! Not me...
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