| I'm sitting at the kitchen-table when suddenly the door opens. Wind
blows in and I feel cold for a short moment. Then I recognize my daughter
Waverly. She comes in with a red candle in her
hand. The candle has two ends for lighting but only one end burns. Waverly
looks at me very angrily. She shouts at me but I can not understand her
because the wind blowes loudly in my ears. I know there is an
argument between us but I do not know what it is about. Suddenly my
mother comes inside. She is standing behind Waverly. It is only me
who can see her. Waverly is still shouting at me with an angry face. She
seems to me so furious that she does not recognize my mother who takes
the candle away from Waverly's hands. My mother
ignores me. She takes matches from the kitchen-table and tries to light
the other end. But it does not work.... In this moment I wake up. |
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