Tazanna • Switch

I could hear the whistling sound made by the wind and the warmth of the sun. My eyes slowly opened as I gasped. I was back at the place where I had seen Serafina for the first time: this vast green field. I scanned around the area and stopped when I made eye contact with the person, who was probably the one who had brought me here. This is a dream; I am sure of that, but all of this feels so real. I could feel the strong wind brushing against my skin and the sharpness of the tall grass. I was walking towards her, Serafina; she was wearing the same dress as the last time I dreamed of her. Her light brown hair was swaying along with the wind, and her hands were behind her back. As I got closer, her face got clearer; I had almost forgotten how to speak. It was just like in the photo that Karl Sawada had posted on social media—she really does have the same face and features as I do. It was giving me goosebumps.