Zeenia's adopted father, actually the only father that she had known until recently, and who loved her dearly, drove her back to her apartment. Zeenia had woken up in her bed, in the morning, after a restful sleep. She had no more nightmares and dreams of a man who remained in the back of her memory and did not visit her when she was home. She, therefore, felt renewed.
Zeenia had grown up, and she was a big girl now. She did not need any dreams to make her happy. She had to make her own life with its uncertainties and perils along the way. She could no longer depend on the safety of her parent's home.
When she reached her rented flat and opened the door with her keys, she expected her friend Tina to be home. But she once again had not come home. She was this time not going to rush off
