SHE’S DEAD. Two of her friends are with her. They came back from where they’ve been. But the thing is she can’t remember where they have been. She saw the house, the two-story house she doesn’t even know who the owner is. There were a lot of people; people talking, people eating. But those people didn’t bother looking at them as if they didn’t even see them. She, together with her two other friends, enter the said house and go upstairs.
She saw three caskets. Two were open but the other one was close. Each casket has a picture on top of it. She saw the picture standing at the close casket. Upon seeing it, she didn’t realize the tears in her eyes. She was stunned. It was her. That was her picture. But how can it be. There she was, alive, standing, staring at her own eyes on the picture above the casket. But is she really alive? But what had happened? She doesn’t know. She was confused. She wanted to ask a lot of question but to whom? She didn’t dare to open the casket because she doesn’t want to see herself. She doesn’t want to know how it happened. She can’t bear to see herself lifeless.
They saw God walking down the stairs. She with her two other friends, eyes drowned with tears, approach Him, begging for one last chance to talk with their other friend. He gave them another chance but as a condition, they can’t change anything. Yet her other friend tries to change something but God stop her. Then something made her open her eyes. She woke up as her tears came running down, tears she cannot control. It was just a dream. All of it was just a dream. Just a dream.