It was almost sunrise when I ran through the garden towards home. Grass and weeds twisted around my ankles, anchoring me to the ground and away from my destination home manifestations in a dream, haunting you while your immobile body struggles to escape. The hem of my dress caught on a twig and I got caught for a moment. I knelt down to the ground and tore the bottom of my dress away from the stubborn twig and then I started sobbing slowly, holding my sunken and desolate head in my hands.
Even in my dreams I cannot escape my physical and emotional paralleses.
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