Valery Sidelnykov. Head-the pendulum has swung ... (№ 341197)

Head-the pendulum has swung from side to side, fixated on a single movement. Beautiful elongated fingers squeezed the edge of the sheets. The slender figure shook in feverish breath, bright eyes filled with tears, opened wide. Shadow of the past slowly dissolved in the morning light, gradually filling the spacious room. A nightmare that you just lived through it, still dragging bony fingers to graceful thin neck, not thinking to part with such sweet swag. A terrible the dark world, hitherto unknown to her, the world in the depths of his own consciousness, which engulfed her head, not wanting to let go in reality, it seemed the only true. A shudder went through the skin, harassing pain and catching even greater fear, as if trying to regain consciousness in a dark dream that gripped every cell of her body. Gently caressing the sheer fabric, the light of dawn flooded the room, letting the darkness settled in my soul for the night and clearing the mind and senses. But she knew. Knew that the nightmare will come back again the next night.