I dreamt of teaching children. I wanted to become a schoolteacher. Father forbit it saying there would be no safety for me because of our family. I told him I would change my name, cut & dye my hair. I just wanted to be ME!
Giovanni understood this. We talked about everything under the moon and back. He said public school would be dangerous, but a private school would be easier to set up security. He explained that he understood me wanting freedom, but because of who I was, he would not risk my safety. I understood him.
He explained that losing me is not an option. The more time we spent talking, the more I fell in love with him.
I wake up from my dream and realize that I am on the floor in a room of some sort. A small window too high for me to reach. A metal door. No furniture. I am
