Fiction 55: Delusion

On some days she sits there on her study table, take out her notebook and a pen to scribble down her yet another dream she saw the last night. She is running, sweating and panting hard. Her heart-beats at a rate as if about to explode. Her voice choked inside. And then her alarm buzz.

Written for A to Z Challenge 2016

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