THE EYES DON'T REFLECT EVERY TIME!

CH-7 MAY NOT BE IT!

Yes! I am sure what I saw was that very piece of paper which showed up in my dreams. It was so similar.....even the writing could not be distinguished. The amazing fact was the similarity but that it was so easily and vividly remembered, just like you watch a movie and can tell a good synopsis of the whole.
But the most important question, was I dreaming ? If 'yes' then why is this piece here with the exact same description, If 'no' then where is the broken glass and.... Shailey?
This brought me another query.  Shailey's words..... Why did Shailey say those words? If that was really a dream then why did I dream of such an unusual fact? Am I overthinking?
Out of the whole questions one question just skipped out.... The question which should be stressed on more...What does this word mean? And who would it be to give this peculiar thing to me? Then something got into my mind and eventually took me to the drawer of my dressing table. "Where did it go? I think its in the right drawer. " And finally I got it, the first letter from anonymous. The handwriting is different, is somebody watching over me? Or am I the one to stress up to it?

Meanwhile here my mother came to of course to watch over my morning routine. We both  were astonished to see each other. Her astonishment could be seen through her face, for she never believed I would be an early riser, but the reason for my astonishment was different, she wore the same outfit which I saw in my dream, the same hairstyle, dress and even the same bracelet! Isn't it too much to be a co-incidence?

"Mom did you come to the library in the morning?"

"Its still morning, dear."

"No I mean around five o'clock?"

"Yes."

"Did you?"

"Yes! I did come to the library to make tea for your father. For I was bored of working only in the kitchen, so I thought of moving to the library, isn't it a good idea?"

"Mom, I am serious!"

"You don't seem so. What a question is this? Why would I go to the library early in the morning? I woke up and came straight to your bedroom to drag you up from the bed, and remind you about your job, but here I see you already do remember so I guess its better for me to go now?"

"Job?......Oh! I just forgot about my job. I need to reach there within eight thirty!"

"Don't be restless, you have enough time...... its around five twenty right now."

  "Yes, you are right."

I was heading towards the bathroom when my mother said me -

"Is this the canvas you brought yesterday? Who is this in the picture?"

I am such a stupid to put it there, now came the most difficult situation....what should I say her? 
"I .....he....I was walking down the Steppe Street and.... there I found my somebody who... "
"Who? "
"T... There I found somebody.... selling my brother... "
"What?! "
"I mean....picture was selling him. "
" What's wrong with you?  Do you have any idea what you're saying?! Steppe Street.....brother.....picture.... somebody..... I can't understand anything! "
" I don't know ."
" What do you not know? "
" Why are you lying to her? "
This was an unfamiliar voice.... a third person entered the room, and it was none other than the very known ally of mine, who always  prooves her presence at the very wrong moment. I just hope she doesn't spill the truth.
I cross my fingers and close my eyes, just in the belief that she gets some common sense.
" Hello!  What are you thinking? Don't hide it from your mother!" I shake my head, please don't be smart enough to say everything to Mom.
" I wanted to say that.... the picture is....."
"Leave it.... You won't be able to get to the point. The picture is drawn by me."
"Oh Really! Such good work...but whom have you drawn? "
"This... "
" Nobody!  I mean... This was her first drawing.....so I thought to keep it with me. You know her first work and I won't be there to support her, can it be?" I had to cut her words ,I could take any chance but do this, else I would have to spill the truth which she would hardly be able to accept.