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better, not weirder by the minute! I thought, as the rest of my mind spun around in confused patterns, trying frantically ― and failing abysmally ― to regain a hold on the reality I knew, understood, and accepted … the reality that was about to be shattered.
    I couldn’t take any more. My mind screaming at my spellbound body to break free, my muscles finally obeyed, carrying me in a headlong sprint right past the professor, who stood left behind, his face a mask of confusion and shock.
    I quickly headed for the cafeteria. Lunch was over, but the cafeteria was open until eight p.m., selling sandwiches and other cold refreshments in between eating hours.
    I swiftly grabbed a sandwich, two large bottles of water, a plain yoghurt and an apple, went through the cash register and headed for my room, walking carefully so as not to drop my yoghurt and the apple which I had piled unevenly on top of the sandwich I was holding in my left hand.
    Reaching the safety of my room, I carefully put down the food and water, feeling relieved to be free of the load. It hadn’t been heavy, but awkward to transport without a bag to put it in, my book bag being already full.
    I managed to put the food and water in the refrigerator, and then sank down onto my bed, emotionally exhausted, and wanting nothing more than to disappear inside my room for the rest of the day.
    Already lying flat on the bed, and too tired to get up again, I kicked off the black sneakers I had put on this morning ― my red high heels being too uncomfortable to wear too often ― and pulled a quilt I had brought from home up and over my body.
    I curled up into a ball, snuggling into the cover, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
     
     
    Darkness had fallen, bathing the room in inky black shadows. As my eyes gradually adjusted to the dark, areas of grey sprang up between the black where the shadows were less dense, making it easier for me to make out my surroundings.
    Dimly I realized this was not my room. Along with this realization came the sudden comprehension that I was dreaming. As in most of my dreams, though aware of it being merely a dream, my surroundings felt very real to me.
    Suddenly, glowing coals in a big hearth opposite me that I hadn’t noticed before, set fire to the wooden logs piled on top, gradually bathing the room in a warm, soft light and heating up my freezing body.
    The rising flames in the fireplace threw long shadows against the walls where the light reflected off the furniture and other decorative items throughout the room.
    I was in a room I felt sure I had never seen before. I was about to look around more closely when I realized why my body had felt so icy.
    I was naked, lying on a king-sized bed with no idea where I was, what I was doing there or how I had gotten there in the first place.
    All of a sudden, a large hand, equally strong and beautiful, reached for me out of the darkness beside me. The fingers stretched into my long tangled tresses and wound themselves around strands of my hair, finally cupping the back of my head and leisurely pulling me forward.
    The face before me was in shadow, even though I lay bathed in light; by all rules of nature, the fire in the hearth should have bathed him in light as well. Yet these rules did not apply to the realm of dreams. His face and body remained obscured.
    I didn’t need any light; I knew without a doubt whose fingers were tangled in my hair, whose warm breath I could feel on my face, and whose soft full lips were but inches away from touching my own.
    I could already taste the sweetness of his mouth, my body tingling pleasurably in anticipation. He inched closer, any second now I would be able to feel him, my mind picturing the exact shape and color of his sensual lips. Closer … closer …
    Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring? What…?
    What’s that … ringing sound?
    Where did the fire go?
    Why is the room so dark?
    Abruptly, I was torn from my dream. Slowly getting my bearings, I sat up,