A black dream .

Had a dream last night . 

Woke up in fear , with my lips shivering like the dry leaves of winter . 

My throat all dry , harsh dry , but I could hear the drops of rain outside. 

And I looked for a glass of water, I , as usual, had forgotten. 

Did not want to , but did dare to walk down the dark stairs of my house . 

An old house , with stairs of mud , that my mother decorated with fancy mats . 

Coming out of the bed , looked at the black gown my mother just washed . 

It was my favourite gown. 

It was yesterday that it was blooded by the wounds of a patient they brought in emergency last night . 

she was a young girl , had jumped off her terrace , 

we could not save her . 

Trying to forget about her , 

As I walked through my room , I could feel heavy steps . 

I laughed to myself , thinking of it as the weak walls of mud , I whispered

" Makaan yin wasith yee" . 

I had just done with the chuckles as I opened the door of my room , 

That I had shut too hard. 

As I stepped out , I looked to right , and, 

a window in the lobby was making sounds. 

Not sweet as a wind chime

not bitter as a whisper. 

I thought not to shut it , scared of something, the Djin may be or that girl . 

So I went down , slowly , down the weak stairs of mud , that my mother had decorated . 

As I went to the lobby downstairs , I double checked the main door and looked up the stairs once , to see if the djin had flew in and followed me . 

It was not there , and I did sigh for once

 " bachaeyas" 

And someone whispered " bachaeyakh".

But that was me , 

but that was someone repeating after me. 

My heart became heavy , and I could not call out to my mother , snoring in the kitchen, with, again, mud walls decorated with a spring purple color. 

I opened the door to the kitchen and did not wake her up . 

Drank water , twice or may be thrice , and was scared by my own "gallop" sound. 

I chuckled again and my heart not heavy. 

I closed the door slowly , as my mother was snoring peacefully. 

I again double checked the main door 

It was locked . 

Walked up the stairs and saw a huge shadow , a huge woman , with her hair all open . 

My heart skipped a beat and I realised it was my shadow and was huge cause my father had placed the lantern not much close to the ceiling. 

I chuckled again , in disgust this time 

"trathh ath batti" 

I walked fast and reached my door . 

I did mot want to but 

F***

I again looked at the window. 

I could see through the bars of the balcony through it . 

I could see two glistening eyes , 

and it was not a cat , 

It was wearing my black gown , 

it had torn it , 

It was wearing it prettier than me , 

but it was not pretty. 

I stared for two seconds and I had a heavy heart again . 

It started staring back . 

It was weeping and then 

there was lightening 

and I could see it's face . 

My eyes wide open , pupils dilated , my throat was dry again , after three glasses of water . 

I was looking at myself weeping in a black dress . 

I walked to the window and raised my hand to my weeping self , it looked down and 

as I followed it's eyes , I could feel no wall against me . 

I fell down and she smiled and as I screamed , waiting to hit the ground , and 

a song played . 

And my mother said , wake up , it is work time . 

My mother was holding my black dress and looked at me and smiled and she said , 

will you wear your favourite gown today .