MALAYINA.
May 17th 2018
I lay in my bed.
Screaming amid a pool of sweat. The darkness will not let go of me, and I struggle against her embrace as I drown in her sea of agony.
"No!" I exclaim. "No! Please release me." I toss and turn, my limbs tangling in the sheets as my head thrashes against the warm pillows of the hotel.
"Mikros (little one), calm down. You're safe, I am here." I can hear his gentle voice attempting to reach me as he calmly tries to pull me out of my nightmare.
I continue to follow his voice as it leads me out of the tunnel and into the light.
As I open my eyes, I jerk awake, panting for air.
Morning has come.
My room is illuminated by the sun, and I turn to face Amar. I throw my arms around his neck. "We're alive," I cry. "It wasn't real, none of it was real." I cling to him tightly as he tries to pry my arms away.