This is a peek-a-boo of a draft that I’ve been working for a while now and hope for it to materialize someday. Read on and let me know what you think about it.
Melissa woke up with a jump, sweating, she was still on her couch; her book fell with a thud.
She glanced at the table clock. 03:00 AM.
It had been almost 5 hours since she drifted off. Unable to fathom how it ended up unveiling the long buried episode of her past, she picked up the book, her hands shivering.
Why now, after so many years, why had all of that come to haunt her… Again?
Maybe it was an odd dream, nothing more.
But… who was this dead girl and how did she know her? Why were her visions coming back, again?
Endless questions whirred up in action inside Melissa’s head.
Her counselor had mentioned, that it was possible to dream about one’s past experiences, during numerous sessions. It’s OK. She mustn’t Panic.
But… what about the dead girl? Does that mean, someone was in danger again?
Placing the book on the shelf, Melissa opened her bedside chest drawer. She popped a couple of her prescribed drug for such situations and washed them down with the glass of water, she had placed atop earlier. Slumping against her bed, she tried to convert her fears into a mere coincidental activity of her subconscious. She calmed herself and looked at the table clock, realizing she roughly had 4 hours until prepping up for her daily tryst with Bob, the store manager. Better get some sleep, she thought. One needed enough strength and patience to deal with a man, the likes of him, a fact she’d forced herself to accept, in the past months.
Melissa closed her eyes and soon drifted into a deep sleep.
…To be Contd.
© Cliffhanger C 2016