A Figment Within Reach

 

Bell rings, everybody runs to their classroom and I am faced with unfamiliar people. I do not recognize a single visage. The unfamiliar accent knocks some sense into me that I am not in my country, neither in my school. I feel alone as I sit surrounded by people who seemed like they know each other, until a blue-eyed girl approaches me, to befriend her. Class is filled with low murmurs with some professor teaching something about literature I do not care about. The blue -eyed girl tries to strike a conversation with me, I listen to her intently. She pulls out a photo book or an year book of some sorts from her black bag pack and she lays it out in front of me. She flips through the pages until I stop her in her tracks and spread my hand over a page in the middle. I see my photograph and I ask her, “How does this year book has a picture of me?”. She seemed baffled by my question and before she tries to utter a word, I stop her again and point at the picture of my friend I recognize I met online. “Sandra?”

Without wasting a single moment, I make my way through the rows between the benches of the class and run through the corridors to reach out of school. I pull out my cell phone from my back pocket and dialed Sandra’s number. Before she could pick up, I woke up in cold sweat abruptly in my bedroom back in my country.

This is about a dream I recently had about my desire to meet my online friends.