Ohmi Tribe

Later this night, I'm exhausted from hard day at the resteraunt where I work. I don't even bother watching my favorite crime show with my mom. I just go upstairs and fall face-first on my soft bed, fully clothed with my work shoes still on.

"Where have you been?" the old woman, from my dream, asks me with an edge to her voice.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Again, somehow I'm not speaking English.

"I came back, and you were gone," she explains curtly.

"Oh," I say stupidly. I think hard for a moment, missing her next statement. Trying to figure this out is like doing extreme physics for me--difficult and trying.

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