At that moment she was finally sure...
It had all been just a dream and now was the time to wake up, shake off the sleep stripes from her face.
She had postponed her awakening for way too long but now she had no other chance.
Sleeping was nice, but all things come to an end and now was the time.
The sheets are too hot, her head is almost as cold as her heart.
She did herself a favor and stopped flattering herself.
And this time for good...
Somehow she still felt that it wasn't the beginning of an end but the end of all beginnings.
How was that even possible?
