She woke up the same way as the past couple of nights. Each time the dream waking her up got freakier and worse. They seemed to be coming true slowly. She dreamt that she was a dream killing innocent people and today the person from her dreams turned up dead.
However, she continued on her morning how she normally would and got ready for work. Uncomfortable that she actually killed the woman from her dream she walked down the street to work at the cafe.
Her boss approached her angrily, "well, well, well...look you decided to finally show up."
Rose quickly replied, "well I would've gotten up sooner if you hadn't kept me here all night last night cleaning up your mess."
"Well maybe, I wouldn't have you stay late if you didn't come in late," her boss snapped at her.
Rose threw on her apron and got to work. The first guy she had to serve was wearing a black hoodie and jeans. She walked over to him and did what she was supposed to fake a smile and act like she enjoys her job.
"Hello sir, I'm Rose and I'll be waitress today."
The mysterious man replied with, "Can I just have a glass of water"
