I woke up soaked in sweat. ‘That creepy dream again’, I thought. I got up and went downstairs to have some breakfast. My mother was already awake and had prepared porridge for the both of us.
“Good morning.” I said with a sleepy voice.
“Good morning, Julia. Glad you woke up at last.”
I looked at the clock. It was 1 pm already. “It’s Sunday, Mom. Not like I’m doing anything today anyway.”
“You shall be forgiven.”, she smiled and handed me a bowl of porridge.
I started eating, then I remembered my dream from last night. Thinking of it sent shivers down my spine. And of course my nosy mother noticed immediately.
“What’s wrong? Everything alright with you?”
“Just a bad dream I had last night. Kinda creepy.”
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