The Stranger in My Photos 12
I didn’t sleep again. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard my voice — but it wasn’t me. It whispered from the window, from the closet, from behind the door.
"Let me in."

When the sun finally rose, I felt a shred of relief. Daylight felt safer. But then my phone buzzed.
One new photo.
It wasn’t my room this time. It wasn’t even my house.

It was a hospital room. The sheets were white, the walls sterile and cold. A woman was in the bed, hooked to machines. Her face was hollow, sunken, like she hadn’t been awake in years.
But I knew that face.
It was mine.
Another message appeared under the photo:
"You woke up too soon. Go back to sleep."

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Nice one 👍
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Shomek:
Nice one 👍

Catch up with the rest....🤗
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