FIRST MURDER
On the night after her first day on the job, she saw a dream; although, it was not a new dream.
She was in a sleigh, flying through feather white clouds, on a moonlit night, in the sky. The sled was tied to a bunch of cremellos with long necks and, like every time, she was not alone. The guy sitting next to her had curly brown hairs, and her heart was grooving with delight. Regardless that the sleigh was not fit for two grownups, she was happy clutching hard on guy’s shoulder to grip when suddenly the dream changed. One horse turned his neck and looked at her with his soft brown eyes and jerked his head. She suddenly found herself in a forest, the sleigh was gone so as the guy next to her and the rest of the horses. She had never seen that place before, not even in a dream.
