Chapter 1: How it all started

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Well... This ring. It all started with this ring. I finished school and I took the usual way to go back home. I felt weird all day long so I was really happy to finish earlier. On my way home, I saw a little tent that was not supposed to be there and it caught my eyes. My body lead me closer as if I was not controlling it anymore. In front of this little tent, was spread various jewelries. Each one had its own energy. It was so intriguing. So many colors and forms and emotions. I felt overwhelmed and slowly, one, two, three tears appeared on my face.
"Are you feeling okay young lady?" the old woman sat inside the tent asked. "Oh I didn't see you were there. I am sorry. Hello." I quickly said. "It is okay. So why are you crying?" She asked. "I dont really know why... honestly... I was just looking at your jewels and I just had this feeling I had found something I was looking for, but still I suddenly felt a void. You must think I am crazy but.. well hahaha I am so sorry I have to stop talking non sense." I answered.
The woman stood up and brought me something in an old, worn-out box. "Here take this." She said by handing me the box. "Oh no it is okay really. I don't even have the money to pay you. But thank you." I replied. "It is totally okay. I just want to give you a present. Here." She insisted. "I really can't accept this offer. Sorry." I said. "Okay well pay me by responding to my questions." She suggested. "Umh..." I hesitated. I looked at her straight in the eyes. And the questions began.
(I will write in bold when the granma talks)

"Do you have dreams?"
"...are you talking about dreams people have at night? If so, I guess yes? I heard that when you think you don't dream it is only because you don't remember them..."
"Do you want to wake up?"
"... Who would want to wake up in the morning hahaha! But I have things to do here so I guess I have to."
" Where do you want to wake up?"
"In my .. bed?"
"What do night and day mean to you?"
"I-... ..........."
"Do you want to stay here?"
"Ha? You mean in this city? I guess it wouldn't be bad to see the world. I mean I have so many things to learn. I never felt like I belonged here so I will try to travel in my future in order to find a place I will be able to call home."
"Okay. Your payment has been accepted."
"Oh really? Thank you very much!" *open the box* "Oh my- it is so beautiful! Did you make this ring? I am not sure it will fit my finger tho."
"Try it on and see by yourself *laugh*"
"Okay" *try it on* I thought the ring wouldn't fit me but it looks like it was made for me! I have the impression the ring modified its form to fit me... No I must be hallucinating.
"I think I will close my shop for today."
"Oh yes. Thank you very much! I really feel bad receiving such a precious gift and- Oh WAIT *check my bag* I have this cereal bar!! Here!! You can eat it. It is really good!!"
*suprised* "well thank you very much and don't lose it okay?"
"Thank YOU!!! Yes I won't lose it! I have to go. Bye!"
"Always live your dreams 100%! Don't be afraid to dive deeper in it!"
"*laugh because I have a dirty mind* thank you!! Bye!!"

I finally arrived home and I decided to go directly under the shower. I still had the ring on the finger but I didn't want to take it off because I had the feeling it found its place. After this hot shower, I ate some instant noodles and just went to bed after brushing my teeth. I was really tired. I laid down and I directly felt dizzy. I felt my room spinning. "Wow I really must be tired...." I thought to myself. Am I diving in my bed? Haaaa... I don't feel my body anymore... At this point I don't even care what it happening... I am just letting go.... And I slowly and slowly lost any consciousness of this reality....

***

I slowly opened my eyes because of the sunlights... It's been a long time since I woke up naturally like this... It is so calm... I like this... Let me sleep a bit more.. zzz..

"Hey! Wake up."

I can hear someone calling me... But I don't have the energy to wake up...

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