Eye Contact

After blacking out (I'm surprised that's even possible in a dream!), I "wake up" in a village of sorts.

There is an old woman with a wise and wrinkly face staring at me. Our eyes linger on each others faces, studying the plain features. And when I've decided this seems a little too awkward for my tastes, I break eye contact and glance around the room for the first time.

It appears like I'm in some Indian tribe village. The main give-aways are that I'm in a hut, the old woman is wearing deer skins, and there's cave-men like drawings on the hard stone floor.

She says something, but it's not English. Yet despite how I'm only a one-language kind of girl, I can understand her perfectly.

"What is your name, child?" is the question at hand.

"Kitty," I say, though somehow English is not coming out of my mouth.

A toothy grin spreads across her face and she stands up much more fluidly than I would have expected for a woman of her age.

I stand up to follow her, but she shakes her head and says, "No. You stay."

I sit down again. As the woman leaves the hut, I drift slowly into consciousness, waking up from the dream.

"Kitty, wake up! You're going to be late for school!" My mom yells, attempting to drag me onto my feet.

"I'm up, I'm up," I announce, groggily rubbing my eyes.

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