Maya Maya sat bolt upright in bed, her heart racing and covered in sweat. She kept telling herself that she was alive, it wasnât real, was just a dream. Her recurring nightmare of late was so vivid, and never changed. That was her parentâs house and those hands were hers. Those thoughts were also hers, not even dissociated from her dreaming self. Maya died over and over again, the same dream every night. She sighed and hoped the nightmare would not return as the folds of sleep enveloped her.
Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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