Becoming a nymph #2: Waking up
Everyday when I woke up, I always needed some time to think of who I was, where I was and what happened on the day before. But the first thing I remembered – if I remembered it at all – was the dream I had this night. And this night’s dream wasn’t something easy to forget. ‘What a weird dream’ I thought when I hadn’t even realized what happened in it, rolled from one side to the other in my bed and groaned in fatigue. Wait… when I groaned… there was something weird about it… but what..? I was too tired to open my eyes and I put my hand on my forehead, rubbing the right side of my face – which felt unfamiliar. More smooth? ‘What a weird… what did I even..?’ I relived …