A different morning

I woke up in a morning of 2008, my mum put her hand in my chest, I felt calm. Then I went down the stairs still dozed, I arrived to the kitchen where I smelt the steam of the coffee and I felt the bread tender. Outdoor I saw the blue sky, the birds singing and the street was as lonely as every day. I felt that the breeze called me, I went outside, I stretched me in the floor and suddenly the last thing I saw was a van coming towards me extremely fast.

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