#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...
The suffocated air, the closed space was getting uneasy with every passing minute.
The sound could still be heard, but try as much he could not move.

A tingling sensation slowly encompassed his entre body and a faint beep was heard in a distance but he was too drowsy to see any thing.
She came running to his room, found him shivering helplessly in his sleep.
The sleep paralysis accompanied by the horrors of the army massacre made his sleep a night mare hard to get out from.
But she was there and he could feel it.
How do I know?
I experienced everything, with my eyes, and saw what love is capable of.

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