2:25 a.m.
“You are weak but your weakness is rare”.
These words still echo in the deep recesses of my mind. I remember few years back, after many tiring cross-examinations, hypnotic interviews & idiotic tests they revealed that my weakness went beyond the usual categories of ‘greed’, ‘thrill’ and ‘lust’. And even in my semi-conscious state I did not fail to notice the sadistic smile on their face as if it was something they were hunting for a long time.
It’s the two hours from now that I struggle the most every night. This anxiety would engulf me like the mist of Kvaldir. It will play tranquilizing music and at the same time flash memories from the unpleasant past. And yet every morning I wake up with a different nauseating feeling.
Funny, ancient pharaohs looked forward to the end of the world. Hoping the corpses would rise and reclaim the hearts from the golden jars.
Tomorrow is important and I am holding breath in anticipation.