Worse than Nightmare

I dozed off quite early, leaving my work unattended. It was a comfortable sleep since my mum did not turn on the air-conditioner, which was extremely rare. The weather was too good for sleep. I did not wear my shirt and the blanket was never on top of me.

It could be one of the best sleeps I ever had if not for a nightmare, which was scarier than having a headless ghost swinging in front of me – the return – my greatest fear which I was too soft to reject.

I woke up feeling more comfortable on my body than usual, but sadness swept over my head. Emotion was tensed.

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