I woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air and my heart pounding in my chest. The room was cloaked in darkness, and I could feel the cold sweat trickling down my forehead. It was as if my body had been jolted awake by an unseen force, leaving me disoriented and wide-eyed.
The thin layer of my shirt clung to my skin, a tangible reminder of the emotional storm that had been raging within me. I ran my fingers along the fabric, feeling the dampness that hinted at the silent battle I had been fighting in my sleep. As my trembling fingertips brushed against my cheeks, I could feel the wetness of tears that had escaped, leaving a trail of sadness.
The illusion of forgetting, of momentarily escaping my troubles, had crumbled like a fragile piece of paper caught in the wind. The fleeti
