Or a memory? 

Or a memory?

With a start, she woke up hefting and breathing still somewhat in a daze. What was it? Of the dreams, she had been having for quite a few weeks now: this indeed, the certain dream seemed so real, so vivid—it seemed as if this was a part of herself. A part of the life she had in the past. Was it really a dream? It felt too real to be a dream, though. It was a dream where a part of her life was shown to be sharing with someone she couldn't just remember or pinpoint.

Catching her head in her hands, she managed to breathe through her mouth while closing her eyes to calm her pounding heart. A part of her life she couldn't recall at all had emerged from somewhere through her subconsciousness.

“It must be because I have been thinking about all of this continuously. Yes, that could be it.”

Because if it wasn't. It couldn't make sense to her. It was more confusing than dismaying. A lone small sweat strolled down from the side of her forehead to the length of her chin. Catching he