A Dream

11.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. " I answered and put the milk back in the fridge. "Do you wanna eat something, too? " I asked. "No , not really, but thank you. " he said. "Hm, OK. " I took my cereal bowl and sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat. Harry looked a little like a lost puppy. I swallowed my cereal. "My parents already did most of the work, that's why they went grocery shopping. But in the living room are still a few boxes for the living room and my room but that shouldn't be too much. " I explained. He just nodded and went into the living room. Our houses are quite similar that's why he already knew his way around. 'I didn't even tell him, what he should do... ' i thought but i didn't think about it further. 'He'll know what he does. ' i ate my cereal and put the bowl in the dishwasher. I entered the living room. It had nice interior: two black sofas,  a TV , dad's vinyl player,  for that we didn't have space at home,  a desk for my mom and a small glass table. And inbetween.... A. Lot. Of. Boxes. And a Harry, that wanted to touch the vinyl player but got scared as I opened the door. "Just try it. It still works, wait... " I said, opeded a box with a pair of scissors from the desk,  started to go through the stuff and at least found what I wanted. A Beatles vinyl. My dad has never been a really big Beatles fan but he liked them anyway. And I did, too. I gave it to Harry and I saw his eyes brighten up. I must've made the right choice of vinyl.