ALORA

Alora tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind plagued by a recurring nightmare. In the dream, a mysterious figure appeared before her, claiming to be her mate. She couldn't make out his face, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Each time she had this dream, it felt like she was trapped in some sort of alternate reality.

Suddenly, Alora jolted awake with a start, gasping for air. Her heart was racing as she tried to catch her breath. She looked around her dark bedroom, her eyes darting from one corner to another as if expecting the figure from her nightmare to appear at any moment.

"Are you okay?" Sophia, Alora's roommate, asked sleepily. She had been awoken by Alora's sudden movements.

Alora shook her head, still feeling the after-effects of the nightmare. "No," she replied shakily. "I had that dream again."

Sophia rubbed her back soothingly. "It's okay," she said. "It's just a dream. Everything will be fine."

But Alora wasn't so sure. This was the third time she had had this dream in as many weeks, and each time it felt more real than the last. She reached for the necklace around her neck, a gift from her mother, and held it tightly in her hands.

"Please God," she whispered. "Please make this stop. I can't take it anymore."

She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down, willing herself to fall back asleep. But her mind was still racing, and she knew that sleep would be elusive tonight.

Alora couldn't shake the feeling that her nightmare was trying to tell her something, but she didn't know what. All she knew was that it was starting to feel less like a dream and more like a premonition.

Alora spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, her mind consumed with thoughts of her nightmare. As the first light of dawn began to creep into the room, she finally gave up on trying to sleep and sat up in bed.

She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the remnants of her nightmare. But as she glanced at the clock on her bedside table, she realized that she had only managed to get a few hours of sleep.

Sighing, she got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, hoping that a cup of coffee would help clear her head. Sophia was already up, sitting at the kitchen table with a book in front of her.

"Morning," Sophia said, looking up as Alora walked in. "You look exhausted."

Alora nodded tiredly. "I couldn't sleep back after that dream," she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Sophia frowned sympathetically. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Alora shook her head. "I don't know. I just can't shake the feeling that it means something. But I have no idea what."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Alora sipping her coffee and Sophia studying her with concern. Finally, Sophia spoke up.

"You know," she said hesitantly, "maybe it would help if you talked to someone about it. Like a therapist or something."

Alora raised an eyebrow. "A therapist? Seriously?"

Sophia shrugged. "It can't hurt, right? Maybe they can help you figure out what's going on with these dreams."

Alora considered it for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. "Okay," she said. "Maybe you're right. I'll look into it."

Alora stood up and headed for class. She walked confidently towards her first class as a first-year student at Raymond University. She was excited to begin her academic journey and explore all the opportunities that the university had to offer.

For a month now that school has resumed, Alora had been busy with orientation and training with the other students in her department.

As she took her seat in the classroom, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead.

The classroom was a large lecture hall with rows of seats facing the front. The walls were adorned with posters promoting various clubs and events on campus. Alora took a seat in the middle of the room and took out her notebook and pen, ready to take notes.

The professor walked in and introduced himself as Dr. Johnson, the head of the physics department. He began his lecture on the fundamentals of classical mechanics, explaining concepts such as velocity, acceleration, and force. Alora listened intently, jotting down notes and asking questions when necessary.

After the physics class, Alora had a brief break before her next class. She decided to explore the campus and see what the university had to offer. She walked around the quad, admiring the ivy-covered buildings and the lush greenery surrounding them. She saw students playing frisbee, lounging on the grass, and studying on benches.

Her next class was an introductory course in computer science. The classroom was smaller than the lecture hall, with computers lining the walls. The professor introduced himself as Dr. Lee and began his lecture on programming basics. Alora followed along, typing lines of code into her computer and testing her programs.

Her final class for the day was a lab session, where the students got to apply the theories they learned in the previous class to practical experiments. The lab was well-equipped, with microscopes, test tubes, and other laboratory equipment. Alora worked in a group with three other students, and they were tasked with examining the cells of various plants and animals under a microscope.

The lab session was exciting and challenging, and Alora enjoyed working with her group to complete the experiments. They were able to identify the different types of cells and observe their structures and functions.

After her final class for the day, Alora made her way to the library, where she had planned to spend the rest of her day studying and writing. She had always been passionate about writing, and her dream was to become a successful author, particularly in the genre of billionaire romance.

As Alora settled down at a desk in the quiet section of the library, she pulled out her notebook and began to review the notes she had taken during her classes that day.

As she flipped through her notes, Alora realized that she needed to clarify some of the concepts that her professors had covered in class. She got up from her seat and went to the shelves to grab some textbooks that would help her understand the material better.

After finding the right books, Alora returned to her desk and began to read. She was focused and determined, reading every word carefully and taking detailed notes. The hours passed by quickly as she delved deeper into the subjects, pausing only occasionally to stretch her legs or take a quick break.

When she was done studying her books, she decided to write an outline for her new story.

With her laptop open in front of her, Alora began to write the outline for her new story. She had always been fascinated by the world of the super-rich, and her latest novel would be no exception. She wanted to create a captivating and thrilling story that would keep her readers hooked from the first page to the last.

As she typed away, Alora's mind began to wander, and she found herself daydreaming about the possibility of becoming a bestselling author. She imagined herself signing autographs, attending book signings, and perhaps even seeing her work adapted into a movie or TV series.

Despite her ambitious dreams, Alora knew that she had to put in the hard work to achieve them. She was determined to hone her writing skills, learn from the best authors in the field, and put in the time and effort needed to perfect her craft.

With a renewed sense of motivation and inspiration, Alora continued to write, pouring her heart and soul into her work. She knew that with dedication, perseverance, and a little bit of luck, her dream of becoming a successful author was within reach.

Alora left the library feeling satisfied with the amount of work she had accomplished. Her mind was buzzing with new information and ideas, but her stomach reminded her that it was time to refuel. She made her way to the school cafeteria, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling campus.

As she approached the entrance, the delicious aroma of fresh food wafted toward her. Her mouth watered as she looked over the selection of dishes being offered. She settled on a healthy salad, along with a side of fruit and a bottle of water.

Sitting down at a nearby table, Alora savored each bite of her meal, enjoying the fresh flavors and the energy it provided. She watched as other students passed by, some chatting with friends and others rushing to their next class.

Once she had finished her lunch, Alora gathered her things and made her way back to her hostel. The sun was shining, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. She felt content and at peace, grateful for the opportunity to pursue her education and the moments of joy that came with it.

As she walked, Alora thought about the rest of her day and the tasks she still had to complete. But for now, she was content to enjoy the simple pleasures of life and the beauty of the world around her.

She headed back to her room to take a nap since she couldn't sleep all through the night because of the nightmare she had.

As she was about to sleep, she remembered what Sophia told her about in the morning. Alora couldn't shake the feeling that Sophia was onto something. Maybe talking to a therapist was exactly what she needed. She stood up from her bed and spent the rest of the day researching therapists online, trying to find one who specialized in dream analysis.

By the time she went to bed that night, she felt a glimmer of hope that maybe she could finally figure out what her nightmare meant. As she closed her eyes, she whispered a silent prayer, hoping that this time, she would find some answers.

Alora woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She fumbled for it on her nightstand, rubbing her eyes and trying to wake up enough to answer it.

"Hello?" she said groggily.

"Hi, Alora. This is Dr. Greene. I'm the therapist you emailed yesterday."

Alora sat up, suddenly wide awake. "Oh, hi. Thanks for calling me back."

"Of course," Dr. Greene said. "I wanted to see if you were available to come in for a session today. I had a cancellation, and I thought it might be helpful for you to come in sooner rather than later."

Alora hesitated for a moment. She was still a little unsure about the whole therapy thing, but she knew that something had to change. Maybe this was her chance.

"Okay," she said finally. "What time?"

They set an appointment for that afternoon, and Alora spent the rest of the morning trying to psych herself up for it. She felt nervous and unsure, but als