A Letter From My Disease

The Dream

In the place of San Diego, California, there was a girl named Sarah Wilson. Sarah had just completed her Secondary School. Sarah kept a regular diary as a hobby. She was an introvert who kept her feelings to herself and wrote them down in her diary. She had to get a new one because she had just finished the previous ones. She finally found one in a stationery store. When she went home, she received a text from her friend Mia, who announced they were going to the beach the next day because it was summer and she had no school. She was looking forward to it because she was stressed out from her old homeworks and all of her high school projects. She went home, had dinner and went to sleep remembering her imaginary Mr Perfect.

It was mid-afternoon when Mia called Sarah to invite her to the beach. They had already made plans for today, but Sarah was late because she couldn't decide whether to wear a bikini or a swimsuit. Sarah eventually made it to Mia. It was summertime, which was why the idea was devised.

Sarah apologized for being late. Rose, Mia, and Emma locked their gazes on her for a few moments before Rose snatched everything from the car and ordered everyone to get to the beach. They did everything from drinking to dancing to resting on the mat above the beach and sunbathing.

Sarah arrived at her house in the evening. Sarah's mother was concerned about her safety because she was still suffering from the effects of the alcohol. It wasn't the first time Sarah had returned home drunk. Her mother, on the other hand, never wanted to scold her because, after her husband, she had nothing to lose but her first daughter Sarah. Sarah went to her room and crawled into her bed. She was only thinking about her dream boy, but she had never imagined him having hair, colour, or a jawline because she had always felt that looks are temporary.

Sarah kept a daily diary as a hobby, but she had just finished it. She then remembered buying a new diary from the market the day before since she was about to run out of pages. However, because she was drunk, she planned to create the diary the next day. Sarah fell asleep without giving it another thought.

She had a strange dream at that time; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She found herself in an unfamiliar environment. That didn't sit well with her because everything she saw was white, including the wall, the floor, and even the roof. She can, however, see the table, the diary and the pen. She was certain, though, that it wasn't her room. She sat on the chair, took out a pen, and wrote "Finding everything white." in the diary. 

Sarah found that she had the ability to control herself in that dream, similar to how a person has a lucid dream. Sarah was trying to figure out what was going on but couldn't. She was aware that she is dreaming and that she was drunk when she went to the beach, but she is unable to do anything else. She was desperate to figure out what was going on. She has the sensation that she is not the same person she was in her dream.

 She examined her body; it wasn't hers, but rather that of a boy. So at moment, she was a young girl. She said "Hello," and her voice sounded just like a man's. We dream about something that influences or affects us in our daily lives, such as seeing a friend or even oneself, but it wasn't the thing that was going on. The voice was totally unfamiliar to her. She was both terrified and relieved; all she could hear were her footsteps and her voice as she spoke.

She tried to figure out every possible thing she could capture but at last, she had no clue. She was scared and was crying more and more. She tried to wake up to normal but couldn't.

"Sarah!!!Sarah!!!". When she awoke, her mother was constantly calling her name to wake her up. She sat in her chair in front of the table, writing in her diary with a pen. She looked over her diary, but it wasn't what she had written. "I got big breast." was the subject of a page in the diary. Her mother was glancing at it as well, but Sarah quickly closed the notebook and pretended that it wasn't her who had written it.

"Mom, it wasn't me who wrote this. I swear I wrote something but I was dreaming at that time. I have no clue about this one."

 Her mother ignored it since she believed she was now an adult and she might make it cause she was in the effect of the alcohol.

 Sarah, too, was unconcerned about what had just happened. She was overthinking about this one. She was not on the much effect of it. She might pretend it just had happened and ignored it cause she was drunk. She went to sleep and she had a sweet dream this time.