Tiffany's wishful thinking.
Second chances that may or may not be given.
“Of all things that I could dream about, why does it have to be one with you in it? Why can’t I forget you like how you forgot about me?” She yawned loudly, she was still sleepy.
Those crescent eyes best known for its 'eyesmiles' blinked then closed shut.
Her mind was likened to a machine with rustic gears. A little oiling would make a big difference. In her case, a cup of coffee would have made her feel alive, alert and perhaps energetic. But that particular morning was different. She woke up after that significant dream. It was a dream that she wished she never had for its effects on her mind and soul were enduring, unsettling and mind-boggling. Despite the large mug of coffee that she had, she still felt tired, not sleepy but tired.