And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 1

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Something was forcing my reluctant eyes to open. They didn't want to because they knew it would mean starting another day which was a cruel repetition of events that weren't exactly, well, very pleasant.

I groaned. Not a ladylike groan. It sounded more like a howl which came out of a wolf's poorly developed larynx with an abnormal case of tonsils perhaps.

I started to feel very hot, not that human of opposite sex materialized me as 'hot' because I wasn't. I was breathing, walking, blabbering and getting myself into awkward situations kind of woman .When I lifted my hand to swipe away the stands of my dark brown hair which were clinging to my forehead I was met with moist perspiration.

I don't understand. My flat had been installed with that machine. The one that blows very cold air and helps me survive Dubai's heat. Was it not working?

Oh and that force trying to pull open my eyelids was seemingly stronger than my will to sleep. What could be stronger than my sleep?

Your desire to put everything edible down your stomach?

The little voice at the back of my head said which according to my imagination was a woman with bright red lipstick, hand on her hips snarling at me; occasionally complimenting but usually complaining about my not so commendable social capabilities.

A sudden realization dawned upon my half asleep brain. It could be the very hot ball of fire which was really far away from Earth but still very close to Dubai. What was its name?

Fireball? Sounds like a spicy cheeseball. My stomach grumbled expressing a mixed feeling of hunger and puke I wasn't intoxicated with alcohol last night, was I? That couldn't be possible since I don't drink on weekdays when I barely have time to do anything.

Right! It was the sun- a star which didn't exactly suit the definition of diamond in the sky.

Windows of my two room apartment were not shielded by the very dainty curtains my mother had insisted on getting.

Probably because you are too lazy to complete such a complicated task.

The little voice mocked me. Wasn't she so very nice and not sarcastic at all?

Pushing the duvet away, eyes stubbornly shut and breathe too fetid for my liking I forced myself up.

What was the time? I wondered.

Did you know you actually have to open your eyelids to check the time?

Ugh! Stop being so rude right in the morning. Can you? My brain replied back to my brain. There is something very wrong with my words. How can brain reply to ......

My eyes were not just open now; they were trying to pop out of my eye socket.

Lucky for me they were tied down by all those nerves.

Stop blabbering nonsense will you?

"Right. The time is 8:48 a.m. which means I am quite late which means I am going to panic" I actually spoke out loud.

I ran towards my bathroom to uhm Powder my nose and do other necessary things.

You need to stop reading those historical English books.