Definitely, it was a nightmare that happened to me that day. Down the road, where the cuckoos slept, I heard the sound of a car’s screeching tires and then silence and then a WHOOSH and then silence and then a man screaming AA! And then it grew fainter and fainter as the seconds went by and then suddenly, complete silence. I could feel the springs of my bed, feathers in my pillow, every single hair in my body, the air going through my windpipe, into my lungs and out, I felt more aware of myself and my surroundings. The tick of the clock, the creak of the fan, the softness of my quilt, the empty darkness in front of me, the taste of my own saliva, the smell of my pajamas, the buzz of absolutely nothing as if the particles in the air were all screaming in their tiny voices. And then, a CRASH, BAM, BOOM, TUCK, TUCK, CRASH, as a tile from my roof fell down, I lay, face to face, to a pale, wide eyed pilot, in his helicopter.
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