The day was pleasant.
My heart was at peace.
The cold, dusty, harmattan wind was raging loudly outside my bedroom window but I wasn't bothered in the least because I had been awakened by the best good morning text I had ever received in all my seventeen years of living.
I had resolved not to tell my mom about what I had seen the day before, partly for her.
After all, I didn't want to see her get hurt and partly for me because I hoped and prayed that I wasn't right and it was all a figment of my over-active imagination.
I also prayed that I would see a confirmation to ease or keep up with my fears.
I had woken up by 11a.m as I usually did when I was at home.
Normally, I prayed first and then immediately grabbed my phone, turned on my data connection, and began to check on my messages when my phone chimed with a message from Bella.