The moment I saw the familiar gate of our house, I mindfully knew I'm having that same nightmare again.
The king's soldiers are outside the gate, preparing the platform where my parents will be hung. A rope is already prepared and tied in a bowline knot.
But it should've been two!
My chest began to feel contractions, aware of what would happen next, I touched my face and I felt the dampness caused by my tears.
I know. I already memorized the sequence as this happened in my dream many, many times before. I just know what I would feel, what I would do, what would happen next. I know how it will begin and how it will end.
I know all of this like a movie I've seen a hundred times. I even memorized every conversation that would happen. Despite that fact, the pain still feels so real all the time.
