Black Jacket

(magic realism story)

At night I am very vulnerable. Especially after watching some horror movies. One evening I went to bed and did not notice a small change in my room. I fell asleep and in a while I dreamed that I was fighting against the most dangerous magician in the dark world, Voldemort. He was standing in a black cloak in front of my bed. It was very scary. I won the duel. And at that moment I woke up from the noise in my room. Opposite me on the floor lay my father’s black jacket, which my mother hung to dry in the evening. My pseudonym Voldemort actually fell. The dream turned into reality!

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