Nightmare That Turned Into Dream. Part Two
Nightmare That Turned Into Dream. Part Two nightmare #dark #scared #alone #it stories
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Good things can be felt not seen.

Nightmare That Turned Into Dream. Part Two

She felt comfortable under the hold of it. She didn’t see the face but,

She leaned her head on its chest,

She leaned her head on its chest, Cares her body on its,

She leaned her head on its chest, Cares her body on its, Moved her index finger on its wrapped arms,

She leaned her head on its chest, Cares her body on its, Moved her index finger on its wrapped arms, When it gave her a kiss on her head,

She leaned her head on its chest, Cares her body on its, Moved her index finger on its wrapped arms, When it gave her a kiss on her head, She knew it was taller.

It held its grip tighter when she saw a tunnel that was about to waylaid their ship. Not even the dark light form sky reached in there making the tunnel darkest part of the area.

When the ship reached nearer it again tightened its grip on her waist after sensing the cry of her heart out of fear. She too welcomed it and felt nothing to be worried about,

The silence of place,

The silence of place, The darkness of the tunnel,

The silence of place, The darkness of the tunnel, The nightmare.

The lighter darkness is blessing over dark darkness, she realised when the ship finally made its way towards the normal. But the same silence accompanied her and she realised there was nothing,

No arms around her waist,

No arms around her waist, No disturb hair on her head due to breathing,

No arms around her waist, No disturb hair on her head due to breathing, Did she lose it under the tunnel? Because everything around her was same as earlier.

Her feet were on something wet,

Her feet were on something wet, The wooden floor was rotten,

Her feet were on something wet, The wooden floor was rotten, She pierced her thumb of feet to get through the floor,

To make sure the rotten floor was able to bear her weight,

To make sure the rotten floor was able to bear her weight, The branches passing by her head one by one,

To make sure the rotten floor was able to bear her weight, The branches passing by her head one by one, The crow on one tree gazed her back,

She felt the edges of page caged under her fist. When she opened her fist there was a paper folded two times.

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