...a dream...

She was at french class, the French teacher was good, class was hard. Before she knew it, time passed and it was time to go home.

She walked back to the hotel where she and her husband checked in... On the way, she saw someone she knew. He is the film director she used to worked with. They talked for a while and she was introduced to a guest of his..

"J, this is Simon B....", said he.

"I've heard a lot about you, nice to meet you..", she said. "I've got to go, my husband is waiting for me at the hotel.."

They say their goodbyes and she continued her trek to the hotel. She got her room key and unlocked the door. As she step into her room, she realized she does not remember this room, she couldn't see her clothes, her books or her husband's belongings. She went through the room, looking for signs of her belonging there and found none. Suddenly it hit her, she was away overnight, her husband thinking the worst, left her.

She felt as if the world had dropped out from under her, she is pushed towards a darkest imaginable path with no end. Her heart cracked and she can hear it in her soul. Nothing can save her, nothing....