“We’ll take up where we left off, Esther,” she had said, with her sweet, martyr’s smile. “We’ll act as if this were a bad dream.”

A bad dream.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
A bad dream.

~ Esther Greenwood—The Bell Jar; Sylvia Plath. (Chapter Twenty)
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