Goodmorning

Last night I had a nightmare.

It went like this:

I was walking through an office building with a man and three three other girls. One of those girls was my sister. The man was showing us around his office, showing off the things he has collected from all over the world. I couldn't focus, in fact, I was shaking from fear because I knew what was going to happen once show and tell was over.

We were then led to what I imagine a brothel looks like. We were all put in different rooms and were told to wait. wait. I was horrified. Absolutely horrified. What was worse, was that in the other room I knew my sister wasn't waiting. She was doing whatever this man wanted from her. And in those moments alone in my room, I have never felt so helpless and angry. If I could, I would bust in that room and tell that man to stop. I would tell him how beautiful, courageous, and precious my sister is. She is a woman, dammit, so treat her like one, I would say.

But I couldn't. All I could do was wait and pray that someone else would care enough to stop it.

And then I woke up. My head and my heart were racing a million miles a minute. Releived that my sister is safe at home, and I'm fully clothed.

And then it hit me: my sisters around the world are living my nightmare every night of their lives.

Goodmorning.