The irony of reality- dream or real?

Beads of sweat trickled down her neck,

The crowd around her seemed such a blur,

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she felt a tug at her hand,

In the blink of an eye, she found herself inside a van

A van full of girls, some younger and elder,

With faces filled with distress, terror and anger

With no heed to their wails, they were driven to a mansion

Burly men who looked like bouncers opened the doors

They were dragged and strewn across the floor 

It all still felt mazy, chaos kept echoing in her head

All she could see was a myriad of faces,

Leering faces, with greedy eyes and dirty looks

In every angle they looked ready to pounce; 

To reach out and grab what they could get hold of, on her

Tears’ filling up her eyes, her vision was all but gone 

“Help, someone!” she tried to scream

But words failed her and she felt mute

A tug on her hand and she swerved,

A slap on her face, and she shot up awake;

It was her fellow worker

“Day-dreaming, are we?”She smirked

“Madam is calling you. Gear up honey, you got a new client!”

**Did you know our mental health gets as affected as our physical health does?

Did you know our daily lives impact our dreams too? A glimpse, into one dream of a sex worker. **