Day 3: Tuesday, 21.30 p.m.
It's near bedtime, but my mind is restless with thoughts and noisy whispers.
Even my stomach feels funny, like a family of rats playing hide and seek. But I know enough to understand that I am feeling anxious. The uncertainty of something is holding the reins of my brain and heart.
I Try, but can't quite decipher what.
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I can't pen down anything in this space of mind. So, I'll try to fall asleep.
Wednesday, 02.38 a.m.
I woke up to the pain of a snake bite.
Snakes are always there in my dreams. Sometimes they come out and try to kill me like prey. And on other days, they just linger in the darkness, waiting like predators.
I've always been wary of them. Though I love animals, at least the ones I know, snakes make me go hazy. Timid. Weak.
Today, it was a big yellow snake with white dots spread unevenly on its body. It was a colossal creature with fangs the size of a tiger's tooth. I could also sense 12 other snakes, each a monstrosity of its own, slithering around me. But I can't see them, not with my naked eyes in the foggy woods.
As soon as the yellow one saw me alone, it swiftly moved its body and launched at me. Even as I was asleep, it felt all too real. The dread, the heavy feeling on my skin, and the thundering sounds of my own heartbeat. I shook my legs vigorously to cast the snake off my legs, but it held on, puncturing my pale skin with its sharp fangs.
It felt like I died trying.
But I woke up with a jolt. I was alive, although a bit scared.
I know logically that it was a dream, or rather, a nightmare.
But how can I explain the pain and sizzling sensation in my foot?
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