That dream of her

Chapter 1

I woke up sweaty as hell, took a glance at my phone to see the time. It was 8 am an irregular occurrence cause I either wake up at 7 am or at 12 noon. But that didn't concern me right now all I had on my mind was the dream that I just had, how vivid it was how I remembered every single detail, how it felt almost like reality except a few key differences.
To tell you bout my I dream I gotta tell you bout me. I'm Zaid a 17 year old teenager whos in his last year of school. Till I had this dream I was a perfectly fine and normal student who was a bit childish, and above average looking, was decent at school as well as life until this dream that would change my life forever, I was not ready for what was about to come. I had a "friend" who was not just a friend she meant way more that to me in what ways? I hadn't figured that out back then. Her name was Aliya, and she was this extremely good looking and cute girl that I had no idea how I got to be friends with yet here we were probably the closest to each other. I saw her for the first time when I was in 11th standard, didn't pay much attention to her thought she was out of league, got in contact with her on her birthday when I tagged along uninvited to her birthday with a mutual friend, it really was an awkward interaction yet prolly the start of her friendship, one thing lead to another and here we were walking home together everyday. But just one thing I would change about this, we didn't walk home alone we had my sister who was the same age as us along with us. I had my first interaction with her in Dec and by Feb we were best friends . We talked for hours everyday helping each other be the best version of ourselves, confided in each other, found peace in each other. And before I knew it she became a part of my day. She held a place in my heart that could never be replaced. One night we had this conversation that was cut short due to her mother, she went to sleep early and I stayed up for bit, before I knew it it was time for my morning prayers. I read my prayers and went to sleep who knew , that one night will change my life forever.
I dreamt, not like usual, my usual dreams were me falling of a terrace or getting into an accident yet this dream it was different, I felt everything like I was there, I felt my heartbeat every stroke of air sweat running down my forehead smell of coffee, pizza voices of people that I didn't knew. I looked around and found myself at a cafe, it was autumn, I was wearing a white shirt, black pants and formal shoes holding a bouquet of black roses in my hand waiting for someone. I looked around for a while and then I saw her as she rushed in, the clumsy Aliya I knew always late yet I didn't mind cause all I could do was be mesmerised by her beauty. She came in wearing a black crop top, a loose fit jeans and a coat on top. I remember her image still, the way her hairs flew due to the wind, the way she awkwardly smiled at me knowing well she was late.
I remember every detail about her, how she was trying to hold her hairs together that were flying due to the wind as she walked towards my table how I could tell she came running due to her being out of breath, yet the moment she sat on the table all these thoughts vanished as she said"assalamualaikum" I replied in a way every Muslim would with a smile on my face,"Walekum assalam" . The conversation naturally flowed whose contents I do not remember, I handed her the bouquet that she seemed to love and we went back to our conversation when the waitress interrupted us "may I have your order?" She asked with a smile on her face, as always I left the ordering part to Aliya cause she was the one who recommended this restaurant in the first place,"two venti expresso and some sides that you would recommend" she said. I swear I noticed the waitress blushing how would she not, Aliya atleast the Aliya I saw in front of me was gorgeous so much as that she would convert straight girls into gay. I would have killed the waitress if only she was male yet here i couldn't. I briefly remember asking her about  an issue she's dealt with for as long as I've known her and she said she had it under control I didn't push further as I would very much rather lose myself in her beauty and her hairs that weren't black nor were they brown just the perfect colour. As the waitresses returned with our orders she didn't stay around for long and went away. Just as Aliya was about to take her first sip I flipped her hairs, atleast the strands that were falling down behind her ears. She smiled at me and continued sipping on her expresso. As much as I had liked for that dream to continue my brain realised something was wrong. Hairs ? Aliya's hairs? These were the questions in my head.
I had never seen Aliya's hairs before as she wore her hijab on top of every dress she wore. Then suddenly it clicked in my head that something was not right, she wore a crop top, the Aliya I knew would never wear a crop top in public , the dream started to collapse everything started getting disoriented yet as soon as she placed her hand on my hand"Zaid? Are you fine?" She asked.Everything was once again calm for a few seconds until I felt myself falling in my dream it was weird to say the least I heard a faint voice telling me to wake up and I did.
I woke up it was 8 am, a weird time for me to wake up yet I did and here i was . Little did I know that my world would turn upside down in a matter of months and I would be caught in a situation that were only possible in movies.