Don't leave me here alone
Superstition has always been something of an Achilles’ heel for me. I’m not particularly religious or faithful, but the mysterious workings of the universe have a way of tugging at my heartstrings.
There’s nothing wrong with turning your head toward a darkening horizon whenever a gust of wind kicks up and gazing ominously into the distance. I’ve always had a flair for the melodramatic, too. Perhaps these two traits always come as a pair.
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I had a bad dream last night. It was the kind of dream that nestles into the seams of your clothes and, as soon as you move, it tugs and digs into your skin.
In that dream, my grandmother was taken to a care home. I knew how much she hated the idea, how fiercely she fought against it.
Determined to rescue her, I set out to bring her back with me. By the time I arrived, night had already fallen, and a warm light was spilling out from a bay window. When I looked inside, I saw my grandmother laughing and having the time of her life. I called out from the outside, trying to get her attention. Only then did I realize there was no door, no way to open the windows. As I kept watching, I understood she had made peace with her fate. I was the one who hadn’t.
When I woke up, the only feeling that remained was a silent plea:
Please, don’t leave me here alone.
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Dejected greetings,
Rat