I am sick, very sick. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't remember anything. I always feel like I've forgotten something very important.
Heavy rain fell from the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
I curled up under the quilt. Slowly, I seemed to hear someone calling me.
Not knowing who it was, he looked at the boy with a blurred face.
He took me all over the streets, ate countless delicious food, and visited all the facilities. Suddenly it began to rain heavily.
He and I ran to the bus stop to hide from the rain. Along with the sound of lightning and thunder, I listened to his vague voice.
"It's time to go back." His voice gradually became smaller and smaller.
I opened my eyes, wet tears streaming from the corners of my eyes.
Did I remember something? No this is just a dream.
Are dreams real? Is there anything to prove it?
In fact, I saw on the ground... It turned out that all this was not a dream.
Intention: immersed in beautiful dreams