Surreal

Evil hour had warned me to hug sleep but my eyes couldn't. Heart burn made me think that death is fast approaching. Killing my consciousness, I closed my eyes. Then I saw a woman standing in front of a piece of glass showing my reflection. She was wearing a white shirt and navy blue short pants. She went to her room. I tried to look for probable answers to my puzzling questions about this woman, and I found out that she's really a mystery. I could see anxieties in her eyes, overpowering positivity. She lied down on her cozy bed. Waiting for her love, she let the music occupy the space of the entire room. With a great smile on her face, she closed her eyes, recapturing every detail of her love's face. The adorable face, the almost perfect eye brows, brown eyes, soft lips, and a kind of relief----smile. Kisses, hugs, cuddles with her love especially when they make things together, they do such thing together.

Then smoke had come. Darkness just punched her. As she opened her eyes, 4 armed men wearing black shirt with black face mask just welcomed her. One of them was holding a handkerchief that was soaked with a potion persuading a victim to sleep for a long period of time. Demons were inside them polluting their soul. Those evil laugh warning the woman to keep her mouth shut while she was tasted by them. For she cried, sobbed in silence as she was tortured with an unbreakable chain in her hands and feet. The dirtiest kiss marks on her body destroying her dignity and worth as a woman. They've just killed her. She's too weak to defend herself. They were too cruel to ask another session of poison, of hindering the woman's freedom and happiness. She couldn't even protect herself. Only her eyes full of tears, tears that resemble regret. She was blind while conscious as she witnessed being destroyed by the four men. Her first and last scream was the only remedy to finally cut Satan. As she knelt down,undressed, she was swathed by the warmth of her love. But it was too late. Her purity turned into bloody. It was full of stains. With a kiss on her forehead, tranquility went back into her arms.

I couldn't even imagine that the woman was me. Yes, it was me. But everything was just a dream, a nightmare. So I asked for a glass of cold water just to soothe the pain, the regret.