A nightmare within a dream by Marwa Kodmany (i like reading txt) 📖

A nightmare within A dream:

I got to the kitchen early in the morning, I was very thirsty and a glass of water could do miracles, then I turned my head up, I saw him standing there in the kitchen, wearing a cooking apron that it looks small relatively to his giant body, carrying that huge knife of mine, as if it coalesced with his full-size hand, looking at me cheerfully. “Darlin’” he said. “Good morning I made you a salad sunshine sit and enjoy your obedient chef” he smiled. That face was as familiar as my feelings towards him. I know it! I love this guy who ever he is I just enjoy that smile on that pretty face and I find it irresistible to stare at his blue navy eyes behind his glasses. He relates to me somehow, I can feel it. He sat me at the crossing chair then sat in front of me looking at me continuously. “What do you prefer lemon or vinegar?” he asked and picked a lemon and cut it without even look at it. I realized that he has already knew what I like and what I don’t, I have always loved lemon rather than vinegar, I would refer his question as to make a drama of spoiling me early in the morning. I felt sourness in my throught . “I want chocolate” I said gazing at him, smiling, watching his every appealing detail. He nodded as if he would never care. I stood up and went to the fridge in the corner . I opened it. There were all kinds of chocolate I dreamed of having in my fridge every time I want to sugar up. I picked the snickers and turned around to share it with him. He is just right in front of me, very close that I could hear every gasp he takes. “I love you” he said, made me stuck to the wall. It is like a dream come true hearing him saying it .The snickers fell down and I'm just freezing more and more. He smiled, Oh God this is a smirk! It is not like the one innocent smile printed in my head earlier, the more his eyes glowed the more I got paralyzed.
His face was sharper; his black hair looks evilly attractive. I am cold and very heavy now. My heart beat is getting slower, I can’t even move my tongue. What happened?!!! I looked down; I found that old knife penetrating me, getting deeper as much as he pushes it through me, making a way in to every layer of my stomach, like a scalpel fixed to his large hand. OH! He has a ring, a wedding ring!!!! It can’t be!!! He is my husband!!! I’m married to that guy who supposed to love me not to kill me but I wanted to tell him how much he means to me!!!! I wanted to ask him why in hell he would grasp a knife and murder me, stab me!! I just could not.
Now; I can see blood getting out of my mouth through his glasses. I’m capable feeling my hands or my legs. As he pulled out the knife I got more helpless, disabled and week. I’m just listening to the only voice I can recognize, the very sluggish beating of my heart. I wished to cry, just one single tear would heal my wounds down there, and I just could not!!
He used to be taller than me like 20 cm but now he is getting taller since I’m getting down, actually I’m technically dying. He went off, Panting, what is he looking for now?! Yes!! I see!! He wanted his lighter; he can’t even remember where he had put it! He managed to find it then; eventually he lightened his cigarette of glory, the cigarette of victory of something he had in mind for reasons I am not aware of, giving me a pitiful glimpse while I ‘m bleeding on my own next to the fridge, holding my last breath. He is blurring! No details. It is only signs couldn’t make me any worse than I would be. He just vanished so simply offering me a silly ending; stabbed by the man I loved. I was crawling for no reason but to resist death or maybe a night mare within a dream………. then……….. ……………. I fainted
To Be Continued...


Thank You for Believing in My madness;)

Text: Marwa Kodmany
Publication Date: 08-14-2012

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