It is a school. I climbed up the stairs to the class. Five something. I saw her sitting with the friends, she giving her back to the blackboard. Approached her I did.
We talked like long-lost friends. She is wearing a headscarf, and on her left lips I saw a mole that I couldn't remember seeing before.
This is not the first time she has intruded into my dream. My heart longs to see her again.