Mila
“Mila, wake up dear”, Nanna says, caressing my head. “You were having a dream. Are you okay?” She asks, really worried.
“Nanna? What time is it?” I ask her, trying to figure out what I had just dreamt about. “How long have I been asleep?”
“It’s almost dinner time. I thought of leaving you to sleep longer, but I heard you crying and gasping. Are you okay?” She asks, again.
“No, I need to talk to you and grandpa. This can’t wait until tomorrow”, I tell her, with a serious face and still pondering about what I just saw.
“What do you mean, Mila?” Grandma asks me, worried about what I just told her.
“I’ll tell you two together. Let’s go”, I tell her, as she helps me sit down and we move to go downstairs.
She is quiet, probably already mindlinking grandpa and my parents about it. I r
