“NOOO!” Tilla screamed at the top of her lungs and abruptly woke up from her nightmare.
She was holding out her trembling palm in front of her face as if she was trying to hide from someone’s attack. Her whole body was drenched in cold sweat even in that cold weather. And she was panting and gasping for air.
Tilla heaved a deep sigh of relief when she found out that she was only dreaming. She closed her eyes and covered her face with her cold palms as she took some time to recover from her nightmare.
‘Why do I keep on dreaming about that dreadful night? Please, no more…’
She was already sick and tired of still being haunted by the night which she thought was going to be her last.
Tilla lifted her head and pushed the hairs that were sticking to her forehead and her cheeks. She clutched the blanket with both of her hands and thought back to the same night.
