Nothing as Home

WRITTEN BY: Tomás González 6B Number:14

I woke up and saw, saw the perfect place, the paradise. I

stood up and stared at the astonishing sea. I felt braveless but I still
went. I felt the beautiful, fresh, reviving crystal water as some
refreshing waves stroke my feet as its turqoise water sighed to me as
it slowly died. I was dissapointed, didn´t even realize how some little
sand grains flew as the breeze pushed them. I felt a small warmth on
my head like a warm coat, until the golden, mellow sand went back
with the rest of them. I was amazed, speechless, as I said, in the
paradise. I didn´t distinguish reality from fiction anymore. I knew
probably this was a dream but, if it was, I should have fun until I
fainted. As I played with some little sand grains and a balmy water
coat, some plam trees waved to me with their slender movement and
said “home” and “bye” to me as I passed through their tall, greenery,
leaves umbrella. Even though I was on the paradise, I couldn´t kick
out the feeling of loneliness, so a whisper or a wave remembered of
home, my home. Something told me that there was what I wanted. I
didn´t understand what the “bye” and “home” meant, but I still took
the risk. Then, a sudden flash blinded me, a sudden thought crushed
me. A word appeared, “HOME”. I said to myself, “nothing as home, I
want my home”. The last thing I saw, a giant coconut fell on my
head. A sudden feeling of fear invaded me, dead I said to myself
until...I woke up. A Monday, I prepared myself and went back to
school with the beach, the paradise in my thoughts.