Elissa woke to the startling sound of her alarm clock. Getting out of bed, making her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Glancing at her face in the mirror, blood caked her reflection, something towered over her in the mirror. No amount of rubbing her eyes made it pass. A serrated-edge knife loomed menacingly. Fumbling for the light switch, which didn't exist, only lead to solidifying uncontrolled thoughts. Beads of sweat ran over her trembling body. As if solicitude reigned just for that minute, it vanished. The mirror clearing. Suddenly, waking, startled, it was all just a dream.
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Jonathan Townend
Book Author. I came to value writing as a portal to express my thoughts. My stories grow from seeds in my mind. Writing's my escape, my tiny space of mindful freedom. Stop by. Have a read; see what I come up with.
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