Aisha dozed off without even changing into the clothes provided in her tiny dresser. She didn’t even get to wash herself. Aisha got so distracted with worries of tomorrow that she didn’t even realize her eyes had already closed.
In her sleep, she was back at the land of the living, but this time around, the place she called home looked ancient. It looked like it was several hundred years back from current civilization.
It was the same recurring dream that she had for a couple of months now. Mostly, the dream would show up whenever she was really stressed out from her training. This time around, the dream showed once more due to the stress of falling into Hell.
The dream was really peculiar. Aisha was looking at herself doing things she didn’t even know how to. Her silky black hair was up to her waist long, and her dream-self could braid and style it beautifully unlike her current bob cut.
