"I am a dream-stealer," she exclaimed emphatically to her amused companion.
"Can we have a strawberry tea and an ice-cold lemon tea, please?"
The companion nodded and slowly replied: "I think you are mad, unethical and stupid."
"Why do you think so?" she asked warming to the strawberry tea. "When people can steal ideas, cars and children, why not dreams?"
"Well, stealing ideas, cars and children are accepted as it is the norm but dreams?"
The sun chose her to shine upon thus causing her small diamond stud to sparkle. She took another sip of her strawberry tea relishing it as if it was the most wonderful concoction in the face of the earth.
"You don't know me at all," she argued with her companion who was looking at the baby in the next table.
"Let me tell you, this will never get you far. You will have to face hellfire for stealing people's dreams and you can never be forgiven."
"Why do you use such complex words when you can dismiss this as something silly and simple."
"It is NOT silly and it is NOT simple."
She slowly asked her companion: "What do you understand when I say "dream-stealer?""
"Well, you try to destroy people's dreams by stealing it. Though they don't know it is you who are doing it, nevertheless . . ."
Sipping her tea, she started, "You know whenever people tell me their dreams and I find it so wonderful, I repeat that dream to someone else pretending it was mine. When people are engrossed in my narration, it feels good and the conversation flows endlessly." She stops for a few seconds and continues, "You know this phrase 'dream-stealer' is also not my own."
Sipping the last of the cold lemon-tea, the companion nods muttering "Dream-stealer."
P. S: My first attempt at writing fiction.