I had an unreasonable urge. It was as if the heart still beating inside me did not belong to me. I couldn't wake up from my nightmare, even though the green eyes that were shining like gold and the teeth as sharp as a knife were stuck in my throat many times.
I gave birth every night in my nightmares, the baby was watching me until the morning with bloody eyes. The sun never rose, but he was leaving early.
I wanted to wake up from my nightmare, but every time I found myself lying on the ground. Indeed, when did these thoughts begin to flood my mind?
Was I waking up slowly? What would happen when I woke up? Would people be happy to see me, or would I disappoint them even more?
I stopped counting the days as my consciousness turned off again and again. Maybe months, maybe years passed, but I kept hearing voices swirling around me.
