Zorya

Every night, she appeared in my dreams. A girl I could never reach, trapped in moments I couldn’t change. Her pain, her tears, her laughter, all too real. I was just an observer, helpless. Then, one fateful evening, after completing another long shift at work, I stepped onto the crosswalk, and a blinding light engulfed me. The next moment, I awoke in a world not my own, surrounded by the familiar scenes of my dreams. Except now, she was there, just within reach, and this time, I wasn’t just a bystander.