I awoke the next day to the sound of voices outside of my window. Voices speaking English. At first, I assumed I must be dreaming, that the voices came from a hallucination. Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me and somehow, someone was speaking in my native tongue. Or perhaps they were just speaking to themselves.
Then I heard it again. Those foreign sounds sounded so familiar, yet foreign all the same. My breathing quickened and I clenched my fists, my heart racing. What was this? How can I possibly recognize these sounds? They are definitely not words I have heard before. What kind of dream is this?
A knock sounded on my door. My breath caught in my throat and my heartbeat sped up even further. I didn’t have to guess who was at the door. I already knew. With trembling hands, I grab
