The girl was sitting in the treetop, overlooking the canal. She wasn’t alone, however, a boy was with her. They were talking, laughing. He stood up and did something silly and they laughed, but he slipped, and slid towards the edge of the tree branch.

“Argh!” he cried, and she grabbed his arm tight and didn’t dare let go. Carefully, she hoisted him up back. He breathed loudly and heavily. You could hear him gasping from the street below.

“Jesus…” she sounded bewildered as well. They both sat and stared at the canal’s murky water for a minute before saying anything other than ‘Jesus’.

“… seriously… you’re a life-saver…” he gasped.

She laughed. “Well, I wasn’t just going to watch you tumble over the edge like that!” She looked him in the eyes.

Or, that’s what would have happened if she was faster.

I sit up, breathing heavily. That dream again. It’s simply a repeat of what had happened a month ago. It’s as though my life is on repeat, I have that dream so often. I can’t take it anymore.