This is part of the ongoing journey from Daisy Lemmas Riff
She wakes up. Her body jolting, almost like it has been electrocuted. Same unexplained dream. Same revolting fear. That voice in her head. Maybe she is crazy after all.
Who goes to sleep and dreams about dark spaces and voids. Maybe she was losing it, the unseen thread of sanity snapping away, one by one. IT had done so much to her. IT had taken so much from her. And the voice was right. All she wanted to do was to exist, in peace.
She sits up at the edge of the bed and takes a long, slow deep breath. As she exhales, she glances at the time and knows it's too late to crawl back into bed and yet too early to step out and face the world. She stands up, glances at the mirror and thinks, before IT came into her life, this was not how she looked.
And yet look at her now, sleeping in a cheap motel, hiding from the light, wondering about life, necessities and how it will all end in the end. Will it ever end? Will IT never come back?
She gets dressed, and steps out talking slow steps to the nearby diner. Coffee, that will do it. And then she'll have to get back to the motel and wait. Wait for her next step, her next thought but definitely not her next dream.
And the story goes on, the journey explored a little further by, Kriti Mukherjee