The Dream

Before I can observe enough, my body goes rigid. Something is emptying inside me. I gradually start feeling hollow. I panic. I grab onto the iron of the bench. My eyes can see, but with my energy drained, my brain can hardly analyze what I’m seeing. My ears still work but the noise of emptiness inside me is louder for me to concentrate on the external noises. I scream in my head. I feel restless inside. Then my heart aches.

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