Bad Dream

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I wake with a start, inhaling big gulps of air.

I'm still in the clothes I was wearing yesterday, but now they are drenched in cold sweat.

I suddenly realise that I'm still sprawled out on the bathroom floor and yesterday's memories come flooding back.

Black eyes...

I jump up, petrified, to look in the mirror.

Blue eyes.

I let out a sigh of relief.

It must have been a bad dream.

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