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ELISE

“No, no… please… Itay…!”

“Elise? Elise, wake up. Wake up, baby.”

I was again in that nightmare. Like the first ones, I was just a presence here, a spectator who couldn’t escape from the scene. I could see what was happening but I couldn’t feel the coldness of the pit, nor smell the smell of the earth. I wasn’t the one who was imprisoned there.

But I might as well be.

I wanted to escape, but I wasn’t the one who must escape.

It was very dark, and inside that casket was a man. It was very dark, but I could see him as if there was moonlight inside the airless, cramped space. I could see the shadows on the plane and the curves of his face. I could see the pain and the fear. He was pushing at the wooden board on top of him, scratching at it with his fingers. Dirt was starting to