| Skreamer
| Son
| Lz.oct.zool
- Mom, is it true? - In his voice felt a growing
anxiety.
- That's true, son? - Her voice broke. seemed even chutchut,
and she burst into tears. - It is true that he should come for
me? Mom, I do not want to! hide me mom! do not let him take me!
I do not want my mother, not I want to help me, Mama! - He
tried to hide in a corner, wrapped in a green blanket.
- Well, well, my dear ... I love you and will not give it.
sleep. - I do not believe you, Mom! You say he can do
everything ... - It is not let him finish, putting a finger to
his lips. - Please, son, try to sleep. Believe me, I beg you.
like, I will sing you a lullaby? want?
- Okay ... - His cheeks streamed with tears. he lay down,
curled up and wrap yourself in a green blanket. - I love you,
mom! - he said, sobbing.
- I love you too, babe. Hush-a-bye ... Sleep ... - He
closed his eyes and seems to have fallen asleep. there was a
calm, measured a knock at the door. again. yet. She got up and
went open. he heard the creaking door hinge ... then scream,
bloodcurdling scream ... scary ... child heard nothing, he
already fast asleep. he had a dream that he is
a desert island ... with her mother ... It was a dream.
He awoke from what someone has stroked on the head. opening
eyes, he saw his mother. Her face was bathed in tears. hands
were cold, but gentle. It seemed to him that they are slightly
wet.
- What happened, Mom? What was it?
- Nothing happened, my dear. all is well. Now all is well.
it was just a dream. nightmare ...
