living in my personal hell (preface to my book)
“It is a never ending nightmare that I cannot wake up from. I keep trying to run away, but it
seems the pain is always one step ahead.”
As I open my eyes I can see the blurry vision of my desk and the cup I left on it
last night. I can hear the rain hit against the window and see the curtain move in the wind.
My vision starts to become clear and I can see the clock ticking, which brings me back to
reality. Realizing it was all a dream because Hayden is not here; I wipe away the tears and
get out of bed to close the window.
Copyright © Amanda Trevino | Year Posted 2010
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