The feather touched lightly just below my elbow; slowly sensually stroking down and around my arm, a spiral trail crossing pallid blue traced skin. The shocking part is the moist crimson line marking the feather’s path, drops of blood welling up and gently rolling down my forearm like glistening red tears. But there’s no pain, no sensation of any kind. Only numbness and a solitary body part weeping bloody tears in silence.I jerk straight up in bed....... panting for breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Only a dream, it was only a dream.......
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