Are you okay?’ Ashley studied the desktop. Beside a slide of sweat on her desk was an etching of scratch lines. ‘Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine,’ she ...ied. It wasn’t that sleeping during class was unheard of or even uncommon in college, but for Amira it was. As a sophomore she had received perfect grades up until this past month in every class. When the nightmares began they were a jumbled mess of bad feelings, with no images or meaningful sounds, but in the last month the blurred dream had gone through. Maybe a bit more. You are blonde. At least you were truthful about your appearance. I’ve heard stories of…well, let’s just say that not everyone is as truthful. Sipping a coffee as you wait for me to arrive. I walk over to you and sit down. You put down your book and we begin to talk, each of us looking at the other, checking each other out, continuing our conversation from our chats, our emails, our half hour on the phone. It is now dark outside. The sky is cloudy and the air is heavy and hot,. “Good Morning, Shailu!” she said, “How are you?”“I’m great, and yourself?” I asked.“I’m very well.” She looked at me right in the eyes intensely, and my heart almost skipped a beat. I escorted her to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When both of them had settled, I surprised her when I gave her the cup of tea I’d made before her arrival. We sipped our tea and talked, and finally I managed to say, ” You look very nice today.” I was undressing her with my eyes.She replied shyly, blushing. The old lady smiled weirdly. "Do you believe in witchcraft now?" She asked."Oh my god," I said. "What just happened? What have you done to me?"My voice was high-pitched, almost squeaky. "What did you do!" I put a spell on you," she said. "And her." She waved at granola girl,who seemed engrossed in her book." Fuck," I said. "This is not cool, lady." Well," she asked again, "do you believe in witchcraft now?" Fuck! Yes. Yes, is that what you want me to say? Just turn me back?Shit. What.