Once she had a nightmare. She was resting on her bed, undressed. Suddenly a pair of hands came out of the dark and moved over her body. She tried hard to free herself but it was all in vain. She could not recognize the being behind them. It seemed darkness was all over the place. Those hands were pressing her body harder and harder. She felt suffocated. She tried to cry for help. But sound did not move out yet. Images were getting blurred in front of her eyes. And then… no, I was not there to save her. The nightmare came to reality. Or the reality became a nightmare. I did not know. I shall never know. May be it was a prelude to the manifestation of the bubbles of frustration.
- A Nightmare (একটি দুঃস্বপ্ন)
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