Sweet-Sara

…up. Wake up. Please awaken. “Why?” I responded. Why must I awaken? The day has reached its conclusion... it is only right to rest my body, right? But why does it feel so wrong? With deep contemplation, I recounted the evening’s activities: attending class with my fellow batch mates, training independently, hunting, and returning home to visit the realm of desires. The day had accomplished its task, and I had done my part. This was our daily routine, the definition of normalcy. Awaken. The same unfamiliar feminine voice echoed in my conscience like a droplet rupturing a serene lake. It was young and uncharacterist