Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both han...
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LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN
The gentle sound of birds chirping filled my ears, like a delicate melody weaving through the air. The soft melodic notes seemed to dance around me, pulling me out of my slumber. Feeling the comfort of the new bed, I snuggled and moved into the duvet. I felt like I wanted to sleep more and more like a clinophile.
All of a sudden all the memories from last night flashed in-front of my eyes. I shot opened my eyes and sat abruptly. Realizing my new surrounding I got panicked because it's not my room. I am not at my home. I checked my cloths and touched my head to see if I am still in the same cloths and my head was still covered with the same hijab. How I ended up on this bed. I was on his car. Did he carried me here all the way.
