3rd PoV
In a monochrome world, Salwa kept hearing the sound of the alarm clock she put off. It's not a long time before she wakes up and finds herself lying in her bed, sweating and panting. She lay there silent, trying to recall the dream she had. But no, there is nothing left. She is one hundred percent sure that it's not a bad dream. Proven by how the warm feeling still lingers around her.
She kept trying and trying, but nothing changed. The memories of her dream are still gone. Nothing came to her mind. Everything about the man she met was forgotten, only his gentle voice and warm feeling remaining with her. She did not understand why, but she want to feel those feeling again.
She did not realize that her tears had fallen down her cheeks every time she was thinking about him.
'I don't even know him, but why do these tears keep falling? I am sure for a hundred percent that this is not a bad dream, but why do I keep crying?' she thought to herself. She brought her hand to her chest, crumbling her pajamas. While she cried, she prayed to the god.
'God... I do not know why you give me this feeling... It warms but also sad at the same time. I feel like longing for something that I did not even know... Oh, God... I do not know why you keep me away from all the happy things... I just ever wished to be happy, and not to be lonely... Now, you have given me the feeling that will make me happy, but why do you keep teasing me by taking something I cherish... I just want to be happy.. so God... May I ask you to keep this feeling for me? please do not send it to other people, please... send it to me... I am TIRED... Now, even in my sleep, you still made me sad... ' She keep on crying and praying for a good half an hour later.
Since that day, Salwa keep on having the same dream over and over again. But the man in her dream never appeared. She waited and waited, but she waited in vain. Days change into weeks, and finally, at the end of the third week of dreaming the same but different dreams every single day, she gives up. The dream she always dreamed to have, never come. It is always just an empty forest without him. She is tired of waiting and hoping. And for the last time she woke up with a single tear falling from her eye, she wished,
"Oh god, the one who create and give me life. I trust you the path that you made, I will follow whatever path you guide me... so please answer me... If that man really someone who will love me, someone given to me... then I will love him unconditionally... But if he is not for me, then thank you god... for giving me the chance to feel the warmth of his presence." she mumbled to herself, giving up at the last straw of hope that she has. But it seems like the god did not allow her to give up on him, because as soon as she start to open her eyes, a familiar gentle voice rang in her head. The same voice she missed for almost a month now. She knows that others might think she is crazy, but she can't help it to believe the warm feeling that once again blooming in her chest.
His voice sounded so far away at first, but slowly it become clearer.
"Salwa... Salwa..." The voice keeps calling Salwa's name. Each time her name was called, the warm feeling in her chest grew warmer and warmer.
"Salwa... I'm sorry for making you wait..." Continue the voice. That's all Salwa needed to cry her heart out, spelling out all her feeling.
