Congratulations Samah you played yourself.

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"You look horrible" Martha said looking at me.

I couldn't blame her to notice.

She was right because the same nightmare appeared again this time knocking me down.

I found my self in the puddle of my own sweat and my pillow wet.

"You know what today is Saturday you are not suppose to work we are going to the beach" she said walking ahead of me in my room.

I actually needed a break.

"You will ...