A bed with two pillows and a blanket. A girl in her early 20’s on the bed with her head on those two pillows and under the blanket. Alarm goes on- Taylor swift’s “BAD BLOOD”.
A hand pops out of the blanket trying to reach phone and picks it up, shrugs under the blanket.
Puts it off, checks notifications-
Shopping apps- discount, sale and smile because it’s a sale.
But all she could think of that dream she had that night.
It was the reflection of the reality; she never imagined that she would have such dreams. Only thinking where, why, and how?
And the entire dream was on replay.
  She was a happy teen, 13 years or so. Happy girl with a vibrant life, waiting to take over the world with dreams in her eyes.
Her dad gifted a book, “The Alchemist”.
A great gift for an innocent, ambitious child. All she understood was life is in our hands and we can mould it as we can and she started believing in omens.
 One day after reading the book for the second time, smiling and repeating the last sentence, “I’m coming FATHIMA”. She closed the books and dropped it in her bag.
Happily she moved out of the class room.
She was crossing the road; she was on the zebra crossing and was following the traffic rules.
She just heard load horns, and a screaming voice; “move aside”.
No, there was no time for her brain to process, she was stuck.
She couldn’t move, she was on the ground. She wanted to go home and feed her dogs; water the plants and play.
She was tired, so she fell asleep on the ground.
 There were noises all around, nothing was clear. The bed she slept on was rough, but she woke up on a soft bed.
She couldn’t move, her hand was itching and she opened her eyes to find herself in her room.
 She jumped out of the bed to realise that it was just and dream. Her dogs have been sleeping and it was 7:30 AM and she was getting late to school.
She rushed and got ready. Took out her bicycle and rushed to school.
 She believed in omens, she failed to understand that day. She lost her balance, but she managed to reach school safe. She sat in the third row of the middle column of five.
The day at school came to an end; she sat under the tree to think for the first time.
She had never had a self talk, she recollected all events. Of the dream and off the dreams.
She realised there was an omen, good or bad; but there is one.
 She ran as fast as she could, reached her cycle and reached her home; only to hear the new that her dog, “Chow Chow” was hit by a biker at the exact spot in the dream.
 Tears rolled down, she tried to wipe them but her hand was heavy as chow chow had just entered the room to wake her up.
She picked him up, hugged and kissed. Never let him go alone ever again.
And she never wanted to neglect the omens.
 She called her colleague and informed them she wasn’t coming to office that day.
 Chow chow was cold, very cold. He was a 13 year old lab. He loved to play, so she decided to play with him. They got fresh, and went to the market for grocery shopping.
 They laughed, they ran, they ate and they played. The day was amazing for both of them.
Finally the day came to an end. They were returning home with happy smiles.
One the way back home, they noticed an ice-cream truck. Chow chow had no conform on this emotions, he just ran with excitement. She lost the grip and he was all set free.
She ran behind me laughing and people around were happy looking both happy faces.
 In the excitement to reach the ice-cream truck across the road, chow chow failed to hear the loud horn.
In a second, everything changed.
 The dream finally came true and omens had done their job.
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