The following morning, or rather, the same night still, I found myself lying in bed. I had been staring at the ceiling, caught in an endless loop of tossing and turning ‘till I had finally found a comfortable position.

The refracted light of a moon was shining through the small stroke that wasn’t covered by my green curtain, which was shaped out of a big leaf. My uncle had enchanted it to grow on a liana just above my window. It didn’t even quite cover the whole gap and an annoying ray of moonlight always shone through, but I liked it anyway.

If anything, the ray reminded me time and again how late it was, way too early to get out. Yet, I hadn’t been able to sleep all night.

Not since that dream…

Even thinking about it made tears well up in the corners of my eyes. They were fighting to get out as the memories of that day entered my mind and formed a cloud of sadness amongst my thoughts.

I tried to wipe the tears away with the sleeve of my pajamas, but couldn’t keep them back any longer.