She always had the same dream. She was in the middle of a street, she had to hurry to get somewhere, although she never remembered where. However, the street was crowded, everyone moving on the opposite direction at she was. At first, she would elbow her way through the people, advancing some meters, at some point, she would start to feel anxious, and her strength would diminish to the point she ended up carried away with the crowd. First, on her feet, afterwards, dragged along, and in the end thousands of feet would crush her body. She always woke up with the pain of her bones breaking, covered in sweat.
As soon as she was calm again, she would stand up and look through the window to the empty street. She knew the following day would be one more in which she would not be able to leave the house. One more of many.
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