Heather's POV
I was sweating badly and I couldn't get a grip on the manner I was breathing. It was all messed up, and again, I was nervous about the andwers I was going to get from the meaning of the dream I had. "Dream? Oh my, that was a fucking nightmare. I can't just get a grip of all of these anymore," I said while getting my legs out of the duvet cover and grabbing the alarm to look at the time. It was half past eight and I was so late. I hurried up and made breakfast while having flashes in my head. I wanted to know why such a dream should be true, and what if it wasn't true.
