My nightmare is smiling at me.
Staring at those bright blue eyes made me think of the time where I went on a vacation on the coast of Amalfi. It was one of the most memorable trips I had overseas. I remembered how beautiful the scenery I was seeing while I peered on the terrace of the hotel I was staying at.
It was a magnificent view!
The sight of the blue ocean gave me that tranquil feeling that I desperately need from being away from work. It made me calm, and just at peace.
But this? This ocean of blue doesn't make me peaceful, not at all.
This one is making me hate the color of the sea.
The woman with dyed blonde hair continued to smile at me like she was being friendly. Her right hand was stretched outward in front of me, waiting for a handshake, which I eyed in displease.
My nightmare is here and she's smiling.
