I'm rushing home carrying things.
My bag, books and everything.
My hair's untied, the wind, upon riding tricycle, blew it away.
Now I'm home.
I see a stranger inside the house.
Who is this man talking to my parents?
Talking to my sister?
What could be there topic?
Oh! No! He saw me...
Our eyes met.
He smiled at me and I blushed.
He stood up, made a step.
He's coming nearer and nearer.
My things fell down.
Oh this masculine, tall, handsome, and tidy guy hold my hands.
I heard him saying I love you.
I asked his name and...
I woke up.
Good morning..!!
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