chapter 122

Annie’s pov

The bustling sound of humans, the loud honking of cars and the consistent barking of the stray dog down the alley all depicted just another cold Friday morning in Manhattan. The sound of a crow is also not too far off.

I woke up just like every morning. It had become a routine. My alarm rings at five thirty am in the morning.

I get up and put on some comfy clothes for my early morning routinely yoga. For some reason, it keeps me alive and sane. During yoga, I love to play some quiet slow tune music or acoustic mix. It helps me channel my inner peace and keeps my mind away from the demons.

I have dreams to put it lightly. They are mostly nightmares though. I dream of things and events that I cannot really understand. They are just dreams after all, I tell myself most times. But why do they feel so real and close to touch? Why does it seem as though they haopened? Happened to me, but like a long time ago.

Who are these people I keep seeing? They seem like they love m