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The Midnight Story

“Let your tired eyelids rest. And now take a few deep breaths.” He says on a phone call. On the other side, miniscule hair on her petite neck gets erected as she imagines his cold, electrified breaths hitting her neck and ear as if he lay just beside her, watching her silences. He so wants to calm down her agitated mind, but his voice, on the other hand, makes her young heart flutter. Vivid butterflies escape her stomach and fly around her head, forming an aureole.

“Relax.” He stretches the word and repeats it often intermittently, sensing her restlessness.

“Hold my hand - we are safe here.”

His voice has become rather steady, and it echoes in her ear as if coming from the bottom of a deep well. He asks her to loosen her body and let her mind wander in the world his words are about to design. Her body paralyzes more and more with every passing moment, and vacuum spreads inside her agitated mind.

With just a seed, he creates the layers of imagination inside her head. He wishes to take her into a dense forest through a narrow muddy path. Together, they leave several marks behind. It’s completely dark and serene. Fireflies are guiding them along the path and the sound of crickets are creating musical vibrations.

He stops and asks her to smell nature.

“Jasmine.” She opens her eyes and sees a brown teddy bear sitting amongst fairy lights in her warm bedroom.

“Close them.” And next she finds herself lost in the foggy environment.

As she slowly moves forward, holding his hand, mushy land beneath her feet is squeezed like a sponge.

“Where are we going?” pulling his hand, she asks.

The recording ends - tear drops run down her face with a sad smile.
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