Her therapist

"And then suddenly all my clothes turn into dust right when the hall startsto fill with people"

Sitting on an old sofa, Amira continues recounting one of her many nightmares to Layla.

Layla was a elegant woman in her mud forties; brown skin, slight graying hair and a welcoming smile that Amira struggled to see as genuine.

"Interesting, so it seems that with this, the one on the beach and the one where you're on a stage, the scenarios start repeating themselves"

"I'll ask my subconscious to make up something more original next time. It's not like it could be worse than the real thing"

Amira sighed angrily, tired of recounting this for the tenth time at this point.

"Amira...look I'm not saying this is easy but you have to give yourself some space and allow yourself to feel..."

"FEEL WHAT?! All I do was remember the thing. All I can do is think about it!"

The room went silent for a few seconds

"I'm sorry"

"No, no I shouldn't have yelled, I just...*sigh*"

"Would you be ok with telling me about school this week?"