sábado, 21 de abril de 2007

Dreams

Her eyes are about to close. The girl is tired. Lying on her bed, she keeps on writing as if it were an extension of her everyday life. She hopes to rest and sleep. By the time the clock rings 5, she finally puts her head on the pillow. And then, she watches her mother washing and drying the laundry through the window which leads to the next room in a house she had never been. Her mother suggests her to close the window since it was really chilly.
She can not see her mother anylonger but she sees an enormous sun- flower field with a small house in the meadow, far away from where she is standing. The girl decides to get into the house to see who lived there, but there is nobody there. But, there was food served on the table. It was steaming as if somebody just has been there but not anymore.
Afraid of this strange picture, she decides to abandon the place, running in direction to a long road. She runs and runs as fast as she can until she could finally see a tree with apples hanging on. The young lady decides to take one and bite it. However she eats the forbidden fruit with pleasure, she faints. She falls in a feather bed. She stays there for a long time, when something wet and cold rolled over her face. She opened her eyes; it was her mother who throws small drops of water to her. Smiling, her mother said gently. “Dear, it’s almost time. Get up. You have to go to school”.

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