It hurts so much that I started to scream....
I tear my eyes wide open and I see that I lie in my bed.
My throat hurts, did ich really scream?
Unfortunately, this is not the only thing that hurts, my whole body seems to be paralysed.
So that was just a dream. Not a especially good one, why was It again there? Why won't it let me be?
I no longer want that, it does what it wants! Never ever again! My heart starts to calm down and the pain seems to subside.
I get up and notice that I'm sweat bathed.
I turn my head to the right, towards my clock on my bedside table. Damn it! No, no, NO!! I'm going to be late for the world conference! That has never happened before. I also can no longer eat breakfast...
I now really could use a cup of coffee...
I jump of my bed on the floor and grab my cloths.
A white blouse, underneath a pair of blue jeans and a brown belt.
I can run poorly with High Heels (respect to those who can ( ' ▽ ' )ﾉ), that's why they are in one hand, in the other hand is my bag with the paperwork, my laptop and my cellphone.
I'm running out the door of my hotel room, barefoot, down the hallway, in the direction of the conference hall, which of course was on the other side of the hotel. *Sigh*, today you just had to dream bad, didn't you, Gwen? I'm running as fast as I can and I'm come out of breathe.
Anyway, today the host is England.
My good friend, maybe he forgives me?!
But this is also the problem, it's after all England.
Forgiven or not forgiven? I sigh, I don't have any time to worry about this! Suddenly a cold shower runs down my spine. I stopped in my tracks.
It is as if somebody was watching me.
I turn around to see who is standing there.
Nobody. Did I just imagine this?
Damn it, I turn in the direction of the conference hall and run towards it.
Then on into the chaos...