The night was a little darker.
I can hardly see the road ahead of me with the single flickering light of the street.
I could barely stand to notice my disproportionately twisted right ankle. I should run, a pre -determined mind could not take over the situation though.
They are coming for me. A sense of fear ran down my spine when I heard the footsteps. I took to my heels.
They are after me, I could make that out from the approaching boots sound. My unimaginably swollen eyes guided me when something hit me from behind, leaving me on the ground.
Oh no!!! Another nightmare. The pillow that I regularly keep to help me falling off the bed started giving up on me but this time with a bad ache.
My phone beeped to remind me of the conference I will have to attend to, in the morning.
" This is a reminder. The conference is at 09:00 am" , it said.
There's something I gotta do to save me from the habit of waking every morning up with this drama.
The pain of neck twitch from the mighty fall will get me engaged for the day, I thought.
I took a mental note of the topics to be discussed in the conference when I was defecating. I still wonder at my talent of trending creative ideas during this time.
I got into my cab,to start off another day. My life has now fallen into that swirl of routine which comes around to the same point like my childhood toy train used to travel, in a never ending loop of eight.
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THE RECONCILIATION
General FictionTo be consciously strong, from the core, is not an easy reconciliation to make, it took me a quantifiable time, I should admit. My mirror can hardly reflect the soulful impact except those extremely faint physical scars. As my name implies, Claire...
