Ria's POV
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How can you see into my eyes,
like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and
lead it back home
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I let out a long heave as my head hit the fluffy pillow.
Was I tired physically or mentally too?
Despite all the luxury that a five star hotel could offer me - the extra comfy bed and comforter; it did nothing to my restlessness. I couldn't sleep at nights comfortably due to my weird cravings that had started kicking. Unless they were satisfied, I
wouldn't feel at ease.
Was it just the aftermaths of the tour?
Did it have anything to do with Chitra's alleged confession and her dramatic revelation to it?
Or was it from the day I stepped onto the Indian soil and my liveless orbs clashed with someone's raging orbs?
God only could tell, what the exact reason for my current state.
Being all alone in my hotel accommodation, added to my toll. It meant, I had to fulfill my cravings all by myself. Take care of myself and my needs.
Not that anyone else could help me though.
Honey, you've built your own bed of thorns.
My conscience rebuked me.
They were creeping me out especially since the nausea I felt over lunch, when I had started dining with the entire group. Word says that Time heals all, and I thought we had surpassed considerable amount of time for my nauseated feelings to dial down. To my dismay, it only hiked up my cravings to alarming levels.
Am I pregnant?
That's the last thing you'll be Ria!
But what was I craving for?
Definitely not food, Honey!
The inner debate session was full on.
Coming to terms with my body needs, while my mind was running over a treadmill on it's highest capacity; I knew I had to do something to shush and lull myself to sleep. Plugging in my ear phones to a soothing melody in just above the audible decibels; I closed my eyes, forcing my body to shut down. Knowing very well, a certain someone wouldn't be happy with my approach of going to bed.
I woke up with a sudden jerk thinking I was about to fall off the bed. Ironically, the dream I had, revolved on the similar lines. I dreamt of myself, falling off into a dark vortex pit; with all the visual effects of an Oscar winning movie of the supposed genre could boast of.
The lightenings flashing through the sky, the formation of dense dust cloud around me; with my outstretched hand asking for help. My blush pink saturn gown, providing the only pop of color in the dark goth-like theme, surrounded me in waves of cloth against the force of gravity. My long luscious jet balck locks blending with the background, could only be noticed as it was dancing in the air.
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Wake me up inside
(save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
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YOU ARE READING
Seasons Of Love
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