Unsaid

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She breathed heavily, more like panted as she woke up covered in sweat in a winter morning. She calmed herself by taking deep breaths, or at least tried.

It was back. The dream that she never understood why she got it, still left her uneasy. It had been years since she last got them, she remembered.

'Why are they back?'

She grabbed her phone from the side table, checking the time. 3:45 AM it read. She rested her phone back on the table as she grabbed the water bottle next to it. She unscrewed the bottle and tilted her neck, gulping the water down her desert dry throat.

As she drank the water, she, for a moment, closed her eyes. Within those moments, pictures from that dream played once again back in her mind. She held the bottle down, eyes wide open and started wondering 'how's she going to sleep if this happens again and again?'

It was one of the repeated dreams she always had as a kid. A big, deep ditch with her at the bottom. Gradually, the ditch got deeper and deeper. She never knew what that indicated.

Maybe it's just a dream. Maybe it's a picture about how deep I might go. All the theories that she had regarding that dream was never positive, but always negative and dark. And because all of the theories, that dream turned into a nightmare. That nightmare which made her feel uneasy even after so many years.

~sg