Flight of Fantasy

(magic realism story)

Often at night I have strange dreams. In the morning when I wake up, I do not always understand where I am.

The dream that I remember the most is short, looking like a strange story. I was in my bed, getting ready for bed, turning off the lights and not being able to sleep for long time. Suddenly, I felt as if I had been falling into an abyss. When I opened my eyes, I saw the whole world in the palm of my hand. I was hovering high in the air like a beautiful bird. I flew wherever I wanted, everything around was so small, but at the same time so splendid. At one point I woke up abruptly because I felt like I was falling, and really, I woke up on the floor…

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