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Amara woke with a start, her heart pounding, and sat upright, breathing heavily in the morning sunlight streaming through the faded curtains. For a few seconds, she stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what had startled her awake before the fragments returned: a pair of glowing eyes, a familiar masculine voice whispering her name, and that rich fragrance that had haunted her since the night she met the stranger.She rubbed her arms. “Why do I keep dreaming about him?”Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. Frowning, she reached for it. Her heartbeat quickened as she saw the screen. Unknown sender. She opened the message.*Wear the blue dress today.*She blinked once, twice, then frowned. “What blue dress?”The message hadn’t changed, five words, no greeting, no explanation. She searched for a phone number. Nothing.“This has to be a prank,” she muttered, climbing out of bed to search her small wardrobe. She pushed past a white blouse, a black skirt, a pink gown, two pairs of jean

I am so sorry about that! I misunderstood what you wanted and accidentally cut down some of the details while trying to rephrase things.Here is the full text with all of your original words and details restored, broken down into comfortable paragraphs without any artificial phrasing, and keeping only the dialogue lines standing on their own:Amara barely slept that night. Not because of the nightmares, nor the strange scent that seemed to follow her everywhere, and not even because of the stranger. This time… it was because of the money. The brown envelope remained hidden beneath her bed, yet it felt as though it was lying on her chest, refusing to let her rest. Every few minutes, she sat up just to reassure herself it was still there. Around five o’clock that morning, she finally gave up trying to sleep, reached beneath the bed, and carefully pulled out the envelope. One by one, she laid the bundles on the mattress, counted every note, and then counted them again. Everything was exa

The next morning, the heavy silence inside the hostel room was almost suffocating. Sandra and the girls had completely shut Amara out. They no longer greeted her, no longer borrowed her kettle, and refused to look her way when she walked past.To them, she was simply an ungrateful, proud bitch who had suddenly forgotten her roots just because small money had entered her hands—money they were entirely convinced would soon finish anyway.As Amara stood by her wardrobe, she could hear Sandra talking loudly to the other girls just outside the door, making sure every word reached Amara's ears.“Even if her aunt sent her money, how long is that money going to last?” Sandra scoffing loudly. “Don’t worry. Before long, she’ll be back to begging us for transport fare. She’ll be patrolling our doors looking for anyone who has a spare bowl of rice to give her, just because small money landed in her hand and she now feels like she’s above all of us! Imagine, just twenty thousand naira I asked to b

It was close to midnight when her phone rang, and she reached for it immediately with a smile already spreading across her face.“Daniel…”The smile dropped the second she looked at the screen.Mum.She closed her eyes, remembering that ever since she’d left home for university, her mother always called after troubling dreams. She let it ring for a bit, then swiped to answer.“Hello, Mum.”“My daughter.” Relief and worry tangled together in her mother’s voice. “How are you? Are you alright?”“I’m fine, Mum.”“No.” Her mother didn’t hesitate. “You don’t sound fine. What did you dream this time?”Amara sighed, leaning back against the wall. There was something she had wanted to bring up, a heavy thought sitting right on the edge of her mind, but the exact second she opened her mouth to speak, it vanished. Her mind went completely blank, and she couldn’t even remember what she had wanted to say.“I saw you standing beside a river,” her mother’s voice came through the speaker, steady and

Amara hardly slept that night.Even after waking up screaming from the nightmare, she spent hours tossing and turning, her mind frantically trying to grab onto the pieces of what she had just seen. She knew it had been horrible. She knew it had terrified her down to her bones. But every time she reached for it, the memory dissolved like smoke.She could remember the blind panic, the heavy sweat on her skin, and the suffocating terror—but the actual dream was entirely gone.By the time dawn crept through the curtains, she felt exhausted and unsettled.She climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, hoping the cold water might shock her brain into remembering.It didn't.She shut off the tap, rested both hands on the sink, and stared at her reflection.“I’m letting Mum’s words get into my head,” she muttered, trying to convince herself. “That’s all.”Throughout her morning lectures, the frustration only grew. She sat at her desk, staring blankly at her notebook while her brain worke