Dream

I woke up from a dream, it wasn’t a pleasant one, it was one of those of lack of air in the lungs. With nail marks in the hands and sweat in winter, it was the ones that brought long forgotten memories. The ones that brought words that we don’t mention to strangers nor the ones we know.

After it, I didn’t sleep for three nights and four days, to remind me why we don’t sleep.

T.A.