I heard my sister's voice. The house was on fire and she was trapped in.
She was trying to extinguish the fire but it was out of her control.
I went in and she asked me for help. I was worried about her safety.
I did not want her to get harmed. I wanted to tell her to go out.
I wanted to say that I'll take care, you just leave.
But the words just did not come out and there we were- in a room, where fire was only getting wilder.
The very next second, I woke up to find my self on my bed and the moon peeping in through the gap between the curtains. It was just a nightmare! Thankfully. I lied there for long, thinking about the fear that had the power to wake me up from sleep. I was glad that we were all safe for it was just a scary dream. With a few deep breaths, fear was replaced by subtle happiness. I decided to go back to sleep but was reminded of the blogger friend, who's recent post had made me cry.
She is beautiful. She is in her 30's. She is a mom of three. She is fighting cancer.
I have never met her and it's been only a few days that I started following her blog but I could sense the fear and feel the pain in her words. She has dreams like all of us. Dream to live long. Dream to be a Grandmom. Dream to be healthy. Dreams to live for but with the 50/50 chance she has with life in the next 10 years, things don't look very easy. She has a big battle to fight and with it come several other problems. Unfortunately, her sufferings won't end like a nightmare. Courage, love and prayers can only beat this monster.
Pain and fear do not spare anyone. They just come in different packages. Everyone is fighting a battle. What differs is the strength of the opponent and the duration of the war.
With all these thoughts, I went back to sleep. Dreams continued. I never have a dream-free sleep. Next morning, I get up leaving behind all the negative thoughts and ready to face life as it comes.