“Well, aren’t you going to be late to work? It’s seven-thirty.â€? The voice said.

“Oh. Oh! Work! I’ve got to get going!â€? Anna said, startled. She flew out of bed and to the bathroom that was only accessible through her room.

After she had finished cleaning herself up, Anna bounced into the kitchen, heading for the coffee pot. She smiled and said good-morning to Nanami who was her good friend who always set her straight if something was amiss.

Nancy was a tall African American community college student sharing an apartment with her best friend since high school, Kheri. They were both eighteen and shared a love of books and movies.

“So what did you dream about last night?â€? Anna asked as she sat down at the small table with her coffee.

“The usual hot guys and beaches. And you?â€? Nancy laughed.

“Um, it was a bit random. But there was a hot guy.â€?

Nancy laughed harder. “A hot guy? Only one? How weird.â€?

“For you it’s weird. But this is the same dream I’ve been having.â€?