She had just slept on the cement bench after a full night's work at the hospital.
In her dream, she saw herself being washed away in a flood with her children and somehow catching hold of a branch of some tree, they miraculously land on a small island.
When she awoke, it was already time to go home, cook lunch for the kids, send them to school and come back to the hospital. It was only a short break.
When she came back, she found that her husband had died. Too much alcohol.
She somehow didn't remember the dream, and the relation, for a long time.
She had better, bigger dreams to realise.
She had better, bigger dreams to realise.
