But there is something strange that makes me think I am dreaming: I am five years old! I am scared and I open my eyes. I am on my bed. I am not five years old.
Nobody is sleeping so I go to have
lunch. Then, I visit my sister and I explain her my nightmare. She looks at me
a little surprised and she says that I have dreamed something that I had lived.
She says: “One day, we went to the park and after playing one hour we decided
to leave. I realized that a man was here, looking at you, so I picked you up in
my arms and I began to walk. He began to chase us so I decided to confuse our
persecutor. It wasn’t easy and I had to keep calm in every moment. There were
moments very difficult for me. When I finally arrived at home, I checked that the
man was chasing us because when I confused him, he returned to the park looking for us. So, I
wasn’t paranoid or exaggerated. But mother and father have never believed me. ” With
this story I cream and think of the bravery of Laura. Sincerely, if I had been her,
I wouldn’t have achieved to escape from the man because I haven’t got cold
mind.
It seems a happy ending but nowadays I
still have the same nightmare lots of times and sometimes the man catches us.
Jennifer Benito Santamaría
2n BATX A
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