Reenaz Nawar

The Dawning

I was being crushed under the stifling silence of the night- an intangible weight that kept pressing down and down upon my chest until I was left gasping for air. Sweaty strands of hair stuck to my face, the air muggy and thick with fog. The sea of Alethea carried with it a salty breeze that did nothing to ease the unsettling feeling in my stomach right now. I felt trapped.