The last thing I remember I had a glass of water, and I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up feeling suffocated, unable to breathe. And before I knew, my bed seemed to be a cold marble cot. I struggled to move in the small box, dusting off the dirt from my body. Where was I? In the moonlight, I could sense I was beneath the open sky. How on earth did I end up here? I was on my bed, in my room.
I sat up and looked around. A thousand more marble cots. With tombstones. A thousand more like me roamed around the place. Children giggled. Lovers danced. Ladies gossiped. I walked away from my cot towards these unfamiliar faces. None seemed to notice me.
And then I felt a tug at my waist as I turned back, almost in panic. Your eyes met mine after an eternity. I almost choked. It's you. It's really you. Like you always were. I inspected your chest in panic. The bruises of that day were gone. I smiled, relieved. You have healed. We have? Healed. You smiled at me, took my hand and whirled me across the floor. Never in my life had I felt this light, this happy, this free.
I held on to you while you slowly let your hands slip away. I panicked. I cried. I called your name again and again. Your smiling face faded away in the light of dawn. Suddenly, I felt uneasy and suffocated. The next thing I know, I was back in my cot, unable to move till the next night, waiting to reunite with you.
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