MY DREAM-HOUSE

It was a hot summer day and my sweat was running over my body like water that will make you fresh after taking a bath. the clashing of the hammer and nails tell me that i need to exert more effort to build my dreams and one of it is to have my dream-house. When I tried to grasp a shovel for me to dig, there is an unexplained sensation that struck me and all the people around me make a weird sound that, taking me to another dimension.

         I woke up seeing an endless darkness. I suddenly stop when i saw a house waiting for me to come. it was indeed my dream house.

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I stepped through the doorway in which the door is made up of a thick glass, elegant and mysterious with its color which is black as black as my pen's ink. I looked for a door knob but I found nothing. instead a square/ rectangular pad surprised me  and a code should be entered to open it. It happened that I got the correct code.

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As I enter the house, the floor with its tiles with a wooden skin give me a warm welcome. The walls with its boring and peaceful ambiance become a festive town because of the colorful paintings both of that modern times and ancient times echoing a joyous sounds that makes my heart ponder having my dream house now. on the right side of me there is a stair that is waiting for me to step on. I took a leaden step and another step leading me to an amazing terrace with a kidney shaped swimming pool with its seep cold blue water.

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Times past and I realized I'm alone. I shouted calling my family but no one answered. A great loneliness swallowed me and my tears that oozing from my eyes is the only thing that warmed me from this cold emptiness. A soft hand of comfort touched my face making my blury teary eyes opened. My mother embraced me and I asked her what happened.  While I was working falling debris hit me. My mother handed me a soup, with my family. This time around I know I am not in my dream-house but I am at home, realizing the difference between a dream-house and a home.

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