Let’s meet on Tuesday, okay?

Just before I went to bed, I recalled I promised to let him know my preferred day on Sunday night.

I woke up, stumbled blindly to the table where I had placed my mobile and blinked at it. There was a message. It was something from him but not relevant at all.

It was then I had the sneaking suspicion that it was a dream.

I’m psychic but I cannot foresee the future through dreams.

I woke up, made my way to the table, and realised there was indeed a message.

Like I said, I know I’m psychic, but this is ridiculous, and scary.

I’m probably still dreaming. This, quite obviously, cannot be happening.

It was then I realised (in the dream) I did the only thing only an Angeline is capable of. I had a dream in a dream in a dream! One step more convoluted and insane than the ordinary complex enough. Someone would have died laughing should this reach the ears (or eyes).

I pried my eyes open, determined to reach out for the mobile once more, and there you go, no message. This is Reality.

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You have surpassed me in terms of age. May you catch up in the other segments. Good luck and happy birthday.