The Dark Hallway

“It’s not the life I imagined or wanted,” she said, leaning forward, in a hushed tone. “I never saw, or dreamt, myself being in this kind of situation.” The despair and desperation in her voice was clearly evident, describing a pattern of missed opportunities and ill-conceived plans that led to dead ends. It was either taking unnecessary risks, or playing it too safe. It was like being in a long, dark hallway. Ahead, an elusive sliver of light. Behind, more dark than before. Sleep had become her escape.

She was lost in an unending maze, in search of an exit. A friendly ear to listen. A friendly voice to give her direction.

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