Rini jerked upright and urgently scanned the room with searching eyes. She was still in bed. It was just before dawn. She leaned back on the headboard, gazing out of the glass pane of the window. The horizon was still a faint line in the distance with a golden tinge just peeping over it. The light was filtering in slowly through the pane covering Rini in iridescent dust. But the last thing on her mind this morning was the sunrise. Once again she had woken up with a wildly beating heart, covered in sweat, running in her dreams from dangers she could not recollect.
Today however there was a difference. She woke up remembering. She knew what she had dreamt was unlikely and probably something she would never witness. But why did she wake up with such a sense of disturbance like it was real? The high beep of the alarm radio brought her back from her thoughts. It was time to kick start the day. She hoped it would be a good day. As good at least as it would get, with her disturbing dreams and distracted mind.
As she looked into the mirror, adjusting her make up, Rini had a Ring moment. You know the one in which appears in the mirror behind you. Her vision made her throat dry up and she choked on her scream. She turned back wildly and found only air. She thought for a moment that her dream had come to life. The hanging tree and the man hanged from it had flashed behind her on the mirror. This day was going to be a long one.
