GRACE
I have always loved the concept of dreams. It is one of the two reasons I love sleeping so much. Dreams are like movies with unrealistic and realistic fused together. In dreams you get to be anything, anyone.
So, as my familiar yet annoying urge to drink water or any sweet liquid dragged me out of the lovely movie playing in my sleep, I hugged the pillow to my chest to try to ignore it. I did not want the dream to end.
But as expected, I gave in to my extreme thirst which has been the reason I always get up very early in the morning.
I reluctantly opened my eyes and hugged the pillow tighter while I attempted persuading my legs to get off the bed.
When I finally managed to sit up, I looked to my right where a bottle of water I had taken with me to bed lay.
The emptiness of the
