At the Casanova Building, inside one of the presidential suites, Sashkia woke abruptly from a nightmare.
For several seconds, she remained still beneath the blanket, staring at the ceiling while the image from her dream refused to leave her mind.
She had seen herself drowning in an ocean, sinking deeper and deeper while the water closed above her. No matter how much she struggled, she could not reach the surface.
Sashkia slowly sat up and pushed her hair away from her face.
She had never suffered from nightmares before. Not once in her long existence had a dream disturbed her enough to wake her like this. That alone made it difficult for her to dismiss what she had seen as an ordinary nightmare.
Was it trying to tell her something?
But what?
Before Sashkia could dwell further on the meaning, her phone rang on the bedside table. She reached for it and immediately saw Husband displayed across the screen.
Whatever uneasiness the dream had left behind softened at once.
