I have student loans that total sixty five thousand dollars and spent nearly a third of my life working towards my master’s degree in English Language and Literature and the only response I could muster was, “What?”

Before any of them replied, I asked them to please step inside and excused myself with the explanation that I was going upstairs to put on some clothes.

Closing my bedroom door, the tears began to flow and I felt a loud sob about to break from me. I quickly moved to my bed and laid down pressing my face into the pillow just as the sob erupted. I knew I needed to get dressed and get downstairs but I could not stop crying.

...

The loud crash made me sit bolt upright in my bed. I instinctively turned to the window where the sound of driving rain threatened to shatter the glass. It was dark outside.

“What the…” I turned to the clock on the nightstand and the digital red numbers displayed 2:17 a.m. My head swam as I tried to reconcile another recurring dream.