Everyday by David Levithan-MY SEQUEL

[A's POV]

It's a new day for me. I am in a body of a 19 year old girl. It was my first time to have a dream. I knew what dreams are but I never see or experienced it before up until now. It is not literally my dream , it's hers. As I scan, her name I was on is Wilma.

Wilma's dream was like an abstract illusion. She was in the middle of the dark abyss holding a paper. I cant recall what's written on it but the tint is red like a blood splatter using an empty pen.
She walked upon the light continuously coming. Until she reached it.

A old man sitting at an old sofa reading a book. If I was not mistaken, He was like a priest because of his clothes.
Wilma utterly asked the old man, "Are you really Reverend?". The old man sit still and slowly lower his book. Until his face had been shown. Wilma shouted up to her lungs. Then she woke up.

Because of the bad dream I woke up breathing hardly. I looked at my surrounding probably her room. It was neat and modernly organized room. Had a study table with her laptop at the top and a bookshelves beside it. There is a window above her bed where you can see the vast of the city. I learned that she is living in a condominium unit comprises her room and a small living room. She was alone here. Based on the memories Ive scanned, she was a senior college student studying History in a well-known university just one bus ride away from here. Besides her bookshelves is a board full of old-tear-newspaper. I learned that today she was going to the public library. So I quickly eat breakfast from her fridge, mostly vegetables like salad. Bathe and dress. I packed her things in a small backpack, her laptop, notebook, books which more about sleep,i wondered what's its relation to her dream but I am beyond those things. I also bring her cellphone, a camera and her wallet with her library card.

Her condo unit is located at the 25th floor so I need to take an elevator. The whole condo was like a modern hotel. Prestige floors and chandelier in the main lobby.

I rode a train to get to the library which only took 30-minutes. The scenery from the train window was wonderful. The whole city is already awake, busy roads, rushing walks of people. I don't know but the feeling in just looking to city at this early morning makes it wonderful for me.

I arrived at the public library around five thirty a.m. It was an old library not a modern type of design architecture that it looks ancient. As I scanned , Wilma's memories, she had been always here every Saturday in five o'clock morning up to seven oclock in the evening. She had a wide interest on sleep and astral projection generally about Paranomal phenomena.So she weekly do some research about it.

I wandered around the Science section and took some books about Astral Projection. I reluctantly read those since I don't had idea what it means.

"Astral projection(or astral travel) is an interpretation of an out-of-body experience(OBE) that assumes the existence of an"astral body" separate from the physical body and capable of travelling outside it."

The first sentences left me puzzled so I read more. I took about three to four more books to suppress my curiousity.

After reading, there came a bulk of questions forming in my mind like a huge puzzle pieces continously appearing in my head. Most of the questions bulging are "What if's".

The concept of Astral Projection really hit me hard. It's like you became concious about the whole reason of your living. The question of my existence suddenly are slowly blending my mind. All those memories I owned everyday from different people had been circling inside of me.

I already had a hint of my existence. Astral Projection. Soul. Physical body. Those words grasping into the seed of hope I had gain today.

It's already nine o'clock when I arrived at Wilma's condo. Before I let go for her body , I want to reflect those ideas I've read at the library so I decided to prepare her bathtub. A hot bath is good to end this day.

But before I got to her bathtub, her phone rang.

A name appeared "Mr.Poole".

"Hello?", I answered.

"Good evening Ms. Wilma. I call you because I decided to collabarate in your presented research to me last week about Paranormal Phenomena specifically the Astral Projection. Because of my previous experience about those paranormal events I decided that it can be good to share it to you."

I gasped at what I heard. I don't know what will I say. I quickly scanned Wilma's memories about the person behind the phone call. But I failed. I can't find anything , it's like there was something blocking in those memories. So I decided to just answer what a normal person would when someone accepts her research work.

"Thank you, Mr. Poole".

"So what about we meet tomorrow at the public library six o'clock?" He added.

"Okay Sir."

Then he ended the call.