Excitedly, she went to the duty free store to get herself a pen. She knew that rarely would she get into that state where she can actually write something that would make sense to anyone but herself. For the first time in her life she was happy for the one-hour delay of her flight to the promised land of Germany, where she would cool off from all that stress she carefully gathered throughout the year.The thoughts of the dream she had early in the morning would not leave her though..and truth is: who could ever forget witnessing the explosion that caused their death- all the more with those vivid dreams she has. The only reason she woke up was because He wasn't coming- so she realised it was a dream, otherwise He would have been there. Never before had she called Him that sweetly, He would have come. Yet, there she was, in her bed, with her heart racing. She was terrified of how death came without a notice. She was running down the stairs of a huge building, making fun of her friends for not being able to keep a straight line. So silly. And in a flash, she saw a bright light coming from the outside and she knew it- everything was over.
Afterwards, nothing- only clouds covered in a yellow bright light .So she called him -Jesus...
