He said I should have a cup of tea and now I can come to myself. He looked at the clock with his burgundy leather strap on his mother's arm, yet there were eleven quarters. He was going through the white corridors and into the kitchen. He turned, stumbling.
He shut his eyes and lowered his head. It's like a horror movie session. He rubbed his eyes. This time he opened another space in the wide columns of the white corridors. He was somewhere in a place of peace, not in a place of contradictions.
His mind brought him into both, both the game and play, but he accepted this without question. The location of the white corridor was no different from an amusement park. Gondola in a wide area, ferris wheel and cars that he likes the most. He saw his brother on the carousel. Sister, why don't you come? She was asking his brother and he knew why he didn't go. What he saw was an amusement park dream. It was not the last, as it was not the first to know, because it was not distorted remembrance.
Sometimes she dreams of another place and then she didn't even realize she was coming back to real life. It was hard for him. Which one was real? It was difficult to distinguish. Her mother, father, sister were all in love.
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