Leanna

My life has no meaning. I’m forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I’m not married and don’t have a family of my own. I don’t feel anything about it. I don’t need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I’m already old and at my deaths bed – alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM.