Still, in the pitch-black room, Laura stood up, shutting her eyes tightly. Loneliness is what she hated. It was a trauma for her, being alone in a place without anyone to be seen.
It haunted her.
"I'll be fine," Laura said, calming herself.
Laura's chest tightened, telling herself it's just a dream, and it won't happen to her again. She opened her eyes and straightened her back, confidently walking straight, not knowing where the destination is.
As she took one step, ripples followed onto the floor then disappearing after. There were no sounds around, except Laura's footsteps, echoing in the darkroom.
Laura knew it was a dream, but how pitiful she was. Having a dream without light and having darkness surrounded her. Was this a sign? That she had always been alone or is it just an imagination, she had thought.
