Drink your dream

Beauty was always something that Eliza feared.

She always believed it was the root of all evil due to her unfortunate upbringing. She wasn’t ugly at all yet she would get bullied relentlessly for every little thing she did, even if she tried her hardest to change her appearance.

She prayed every evening that she would wake up in somebody else's bed; a new life, a fresh start – and then suddenly, she did.

It was 6AM, she was in the bed next to that boy that she wanted so much, he was still asleep. She tried to wake him up. "This is a dream, I can't believe I'm living this awake -she thought-, my life has finally changed!"

She got up, brushed her teeth, and made a pot of coffee. She poured two cups, and brought one to him. She said “good morning, I made coffee.” He said “no thanks, I hate coffee and I think coffee drinkers are weak.” She sighed and said “this is not going to work.”