I look around. _I am the woman, the mother, and a daughter. _I think this is the right describtion. _I wasn’t asleep, was I? The «dream» seemed too nice._

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Looking outside the window, I see my husband gardening and deside to go check on him.

I go downstairs, feeling strange headache. I hear our kids being nosy somewhere outside too.

Soon after I feel the fresh air right in my face as I go to backyard. Once I reach it, I see nobody but plants. The noisy kids got banished just like my husband. _What is happening?_

_Was it really a dream? _

I rush back home, looking for someone., but I only find family photos._ Somethings is off._