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The blue sky with a clear afternoon, my favourite time of the day. And the dream moment which I was currently going through. Yes, I was about to taste my favourite strawberry gelato in my favourite city Paris. Don't ask me how I got there, I don't even know how. I guess that's how dreams worked. Just as I was about to taste the most delicious thing I ever know the continuous ringing jolted me awake.
"Damn!" I cursed in 99 other languages. What a bright morning. I checked the time, it was 6 o'clock. I twisted my hair into a messy bun and got up to get ready.
Yeah I was going for a morning run. If my mum were to witness this incident she would have surely collapsed. For, one, I was not a morning person. I never woke up this early until and unless it was an emergency. Second, I never exercise. Well in my defence, I never needed to. All the time working in a hospital was already beyond exhausting, it was a workout itself. Imagine being 52 kgs and manuevering a 112 kg patient by yourself. That was enough for muscles. Adding excercise to the mix was like signing up for a sure short success to death.
So here I was in the early morning running through what people here called the Moore. Honestly I had never been here before. Never actually needed to. Basically it was just a road made for no one. It lead to nowhere and there were no houses nearby, meaning it was used for every other purpose besides the one it was made for. But for me it was the perfect place. Dead silence and no staring oldies. What else could I possibly ask for. Everything was upto my liking except the running part.
After a few miles I was practically out of breath. I was heaving like a fish kept out of the water for too long. So instead of running I slowed to walking while trying to catch my breath. I realised I should have brought water as my throat was parched. I made a quick mental note. I turned another corner when I glanced at something moving on a heap of something lying a few feet away and I moved toward that heap. A shriek escaped my throat before I could register anything. That something was not anything but a snake. A freaking snake! The heavens must have cursed me today, first my dream and now this. I was about to run away when I registered the said heap of something was none other than a human. Damn my luck.
Muttering a few curses in every language I knew, I steeled my heart to do