The days were passing Nitya by as if they had been blessed with wings and didn't know how to stop, while she was made aware of pending tasks, whose number was somehow increasing with each passing minute. The speed at which time flew past continued to amaze her, as the concepts of light, sound and everything else she had read about were standing still and mocking her for being dumb enough to go behind the silly dreams like a child distracted by a butterfly. It was just a way for her mind to play tricks on her and make her fall in the trap, and she had gladly been obliging so far!
But now, she had had enough. She was already overwhelmed with the actual circumstances of her real life to think about the dreams, or nightmares- whatever term anyone liked to assign to them, according to their preference.
