Dreamland

Chapter 4

The next day I was lucky, because we had no English. That meant I could keep out of Mr. Roberts way and he wouldn't even realise it. At the afternoon I had an appointment with Zoè. We were just sitting in our favourite cafè and ate delicious ice cream as I got dizzy again. It cam without early warning. It was just the same as yesterday, only worse. This time I couldn't lie to Zoè. She recognized in next to no time that I wasn't alright. Unfortunately best friends know each other very well otherwise she would have never realised that I ate my ice cream times slowlier than normally. So we went home immediately. I saw our house with the green shutters and the wonderful flower boxes. Dad painted them new every year, because green was the favourite colour of my mother and she had choosen it. The red door was choosen by her as well. I think our house is very pretty. Suddenly I noticed that I actually know nothing about my mum. I didn't even know how she had looked and then I felt (if possible) even more sick than before. I shored my whole weight on my petite friend. Fortunately it wasn't that far anymore. When we reached the house and Zoè rang my dad came out immediately with a frighten look. I was probably looking cadaverous. He carried me into the living room and laid me down on our couch. I didn't even recognize when Zoè adopted, because I was already asleep. Later, I woke up. My dad was sitting in an armchair next to me and read a book: Dreamland! "What's that book about?", dad who hadn't realised I had woken up said dismissively: "It's not important!". This was something new, because my dad actually loved talking about books. But why didn't he want to talk about this one? I looked at the cover. I knew it somehow. I changed the subject, because now I really wanted to know more about my mother. "How was she?", I asked. "Who? Your mother?" I nodded. "Just wonderful. She looked as beautiful as you do. She really loved you and she surley loves you that much right now as well.", replied my dad with a smile on his face. "Can I see her one day?", I asked on. My dad hesitated a while then he put the book away and took a photo out of his pocket. I frightned. It was the woman I had seen in my nightmare! And now I got why I knew the picture on the cover. Shall I tell dad or wait?

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