He woke up drenched in sweat.
He wanted to lie there and never move. He didnt want to move ahead or turn back. He felt trapped and suffocated.
His life had now come to a standstill in the middle of the night, just like how it had a few days ago. And now, he could feel it again. The nerve-wrenching pain and the blood-curling shriek. He could recollect it all like it had just happened a few hours ago. The memory was lashed with grotesqueness and he didn’t wanna go back there again tonight. Nor any other night.
The bed seemed to loathe his presence and the pillow seemed to push him away. His blanket did not offer the comfort any more, nor did he seek its coziness. Sleep-deprived, he turned once again to look at her photo hung on the wall, garlanded with an old string of white flowers.
And then his nightmare began again.