I tighten my seat belt and gaze at her. She looks so gorgeous. Her arched eyebrows complement her dark brown eyes. Her straight nose always appears pinkish red. Her soft brown skin literally shines under sunlight that you would want to feel that softness. Like every mother out there her smile is like heaven. She is delicately strong and there is a crazy kid always hiding inside her. Well, I can talk about her elegance all day. "Are you nervous?" she asks giving me a quick look while clutching the car. Well, it was nervousness ten years back but now at this moment, I am just thinking how can this dream feel so real? No over heartrate, no overthought in my mind, no delusions and now I am feeling that this ride is not going to be a full silent one hell of a ride like it was seven years ago. It doesn't feel like a nightmare. I simply node to her question. As I recall, me and mom didn't have much of a talk this day. She was getting late for the meeting and I, well I was potting ways to put down my rivals. I was fighting my own battle inside my mind where I knew I was doing something that I didn't want to do, to get what I want. I am totally into the verge of telling her that it's a dream and I am just sitting on a dining table with dad holding my hand and praying. But that would be a creepy confession. She'd think I've gone mad before the competition. But then I also think that this is just a dream, it doesn't matter what I do, I cannot control it, can I?
