Cristina Proietti

In her second term of pregnancy, Hafeeza's dreams were becoming reality as her desperate and recurring urges crept into her subconscious. He was married. There was no escape from this reality except perhaps this one, she thought. Within this surreality she was free to think, exposing herself bare. "Jump", she spoke, startling herself awake as her breath formed swirls around her. Her somnambulant trance had led her nine floors up. The crisp morning air stood her hair on-end and her nipples were stiff as she grew aware of herself. The morning was just beginning. How will it end, she thought?

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Cristina Proietti
Communications Intern/Freelance writer