"Are you okay?" was the first thing Emily heard Robert say. She stood up from his lap, and found herself drenched in sweat. "I've been trying to wake you, are you okay?" Robert asked, concern imprinted on his face.
"I'm fine," she replied, quickly getting up and rushing to her design room without waiting for a response. She locked the door behind her and stood in the middle of the room, trying to compose herself.
Emily began to pace back and forth across the room, her mind racing with thoughts of the dream. "They called me a fashion witch... does that mean I'm actually a witch? Oh no, I don't want to be a witch! I've seen those movies where witches fly around on brooms at night, looking all hideous and hag-like. No, no, no! I refuse to be like that," she thought to herself, trying to calm down. "Okay, Emily, relax, it's just a dream. Don't be ridiculous."
