The first time we met,
you took my hand and dragged me out of a nightmare. Greedy grim shadows were lurking around me, hissing as serpents, eager to catch, scratch, and bite. Sticky, slimy fear clogged my throat. Trembling under my blanket and staring helplessly into the dark, I suddenly felt your warm fingers softly squeezing mine and found myself standing beside you under the cloudless sky.Sunlight was streaming down on the poppy field, warding off the fear. Buzzing with life and full of vibrant colours, this place was serene and totally safe, as long as you stayed by my side. Something in your looks and manners subtly reminded me of people I knew and loved. In your warm embrace, with your caring hands gently caressing my back or your skilful fingers braiding my hair, I couldn’t help thinking about my mother, sleeping in the next room. With a breeze playfully tugging on your unruly black hair, with a joyful smile on your lips and a twinkle on the bottom of your silver eyes, you could be my long-lost sister. Always there for me in our secret hideaway, bearing my every scar on your tanned skin, you became my friend. Ever since, never have I feared the dark.
Growing up, I lost my way to the sunlit poppy field. Still, a child in me missed you sometimes on pitch black nights. I missed you, even though you were just a figment of my imagination. I missed you until the day I looked into the mirror to meet your curious shiny gaze.
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