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She was offered work in a Western country
Her parents were dead
She was broke
She needed the money
She needed the security
She loved to travel
But never got the chance
She knew the man offering it
Of course she took the job

--

Nighttime

Sometimes images of antelopes play before this young girl's eyes. These animals live a peaceful life on the surface, but the dreamer knows that they are about to die. A lioness jumps out of the high grass and crushes the victim with her weight. It burrows its teeth into the prey's neck and blood is falling out rapidly. The lioness savagely kills the antelopes, slowly, brutally, with no mercy because a predator isn't capable of mercy. Only humans are.

Later that same night the dreamer is buried in a coffin. It is pitch dark and she can barely move. She tries to bolt the lip open, but her force is not enough and there is only a thumping noise. Something is on top off the casket. Dirt? She screams, again and again. After what seems like hours she can hear something above her, though she can't decipher what. It's coming closer. Finally the lid is pried open from above! She gazes up at her savior. It is a man she knows. She cries out again and tries to put the lid back in place, because she would rather be buried.

Another dream appears. The girl seems to be pregnant. The child isn't docile in the womb however, nor innocent. Its whispers fills her up from within, making it difficult to fend off reality:

You will never be free.
You will always serve.
You will never be a mother.
You are dirty.
You are a whore.
You will never be able to save me.
I hate you, mama.

In the last dream that night the dreamer comes to a lake on the top of a mountain. She is barefoot and kneels to touch the water. It smells salty. When she looks down she can see her own face reflected. The expression on its face is different, though. It's a visage filled of agony. Memories won't quite make it to the surface, but she realizes that this lake is composed of all the tears she has ever cried.

Daytime

At dawn, she wakes up. The sun is up in the sky, with a veil of pink and purple clouds embracing it. She rarely gets to see the sunrise. Too much to do. Too many clients. Sometimes a single man monopolizes her entire night.

The sky is hopeful. How can something so beautiful start a day that will bring such cruelty? The dreamer wishes to quench the sun so that it never rises again. That way, she will never wake up and hope that this new day will bring difference. If there is only eternal night, then there is only despair and despair can be controlled. Hope cannot. It spreads across your chest with a belief that cannot be countered. It is meant to be crushed, and when it is, a small part of the dreamer dies along with it.

Every morning she wakes up with this same hope. Every sunrise might bring a brighter future. The dreamer cries, trying to exterminate the emotion. Today is a working day, so there is no room for hope. As on the very first day of this "job", her life is about one thing only - surviving.

Description
She was offered work in a Western country
Her parents were dead
She was broke
She needed the money
She needed the security
She loved to travel
But never got the chance
She knew the man offering it
Of course she took the job

--

Nighttime

Sometimes images of antelopes play before this young girl's eyes. These animals live a peaceful life on the surface, but the dreamer knows that they are about to die. A lioness jumps out of the high grass and crushes the victim with her weight. It burrows its teeth into the prey's neck and blood is falling out rapidly. The lioness savagely kills the antelopes, slowly, brutally, with no mercy because a predator isn't capable of mercy. Only humans are.

Later that same night the dreamer is buried in a coffin. It is pitch dark and she can barely move. She tries to bolt the lip open, but her force is not enough and there is only a thumping noise. Something is on top off the casket. Dirt? She screams, again and again. After what seems like hours she can hear something above her, though she can't decipher what. It's coming closer. Finally the lid is pried open from above! She gazes up at her savior. It is a man she knows. She cries out again and tries to put the lid back in place, because she would rather be buried.

Another dream appears. The girl seems to be pregnant. The child isn't docile in the womb however, nor innocent. Its whispers fills her up from within, making it difficult to fend off reality:

You will never be free.
You will always serve.
You will never be a mother.
You are dirty.
You are a whore.
You will never be able to save me.
I hate you, mama.

In the last dream that night the dreamer comes to a lake on the top of a mountain. She is barefoot and kneels to touch the water. It smells salty. When she looks down she can see her own face reflected. The expression on its face is different, though. It's a visage filled of agony. Memories won't quite make it to the surface, but she realizes that this lake is composed of all the tears she has ever cried.

Daytime

At dawn, she wakes up. The sun is up in the sky, with a veil of pink and purple clouds embracing it. She rarely gets to see the sunrise. Too much to do. Too many clients. Sometimes a single man monopolizes her entire night.

The sky is hopeful. How can something so beautiful start a day that will bring such cruelty? The dreamer wishes to quench the sun so that it never rises again. That way, she will never wake up and hope that this new day will bring difference. If there is only eternal night, then there is only despair and despair can be controlled. Hope cannot. It spreads across your chest with a belief that cannot be countered. It is meant to be crushed, and when it is, a small part of the dreamer dies along with it.

Every morning she wakes up with this same hope. Every sunrise might bring a brighter future. The dreamer cries, trying to exterminate the emotion. Today is a working day, so there is no room for hope. As on the very first day of this "job", her life is about one thing only - surviving.