It was at night. I was alone in the dark. I can remember that I was in the woods near my grandmother’s house.
I was eating soup when a strange boy came to me. He wanted to give me a hug. I couldn’t resist because it’s how I am, but I couldn’t stop asking me "Where did he came from?". I asked him, but he didn’t answer. I asked a second time but he disappeared. A few minutes later, a girl came out of nowhere to give me a hug. I didn’t took it. I just asked where "Where did you came from? I didn’t saw you coming here." She also disappeared.
I was scared. I wanted to go to my grandmother’s, but I couldn’t move. I was on a stone, I couldn’t go out of it. After a moment, I felt asleep (I still don’t know how). The next morning I was in my bed. IN MY HOUSE. Not in my grandmother’s house, in MY house.
I assume it was just a bad dream.
Est-ce ça te va où c’est trop court?
