Nicole's POV
I am floating, falling.
After my mother died, Every night, I had the same dream. It’s becoming a hassle because, in the end, I always wake up in the middle of the night with a splitting headache, making it hard to fall asleep again.
Every time, it’s the same.
Falling and floating, feeling nothing, surrounded by darkness.
Then, being pushed in one direction.
The thrusting stops, and my body lies still.
Then comes the fall, and the fear of never waking up again.
Then, the soft touch of grass on my bare skin.
I lie on the grass, waiting for the headache to hit, for my skull to split open.
But it never comes. That’s as far as the dream progresses every time.
I gently open my eyes, expecting only darkness.
It’s dark but not pitch black. I can clearly see a few meters ah
