I breathe in the fresh air as I step into my balcony. I could see the trees on the neat-cut grass of our park. Some birds chirp here and there and gossip about the threat their family is going through halfway around the world. This is the only place I can come to escape my nightmares of monsters coming out of cracked walls.
They creep up on me as I try to sleep. When I try to cover myself with the quilt, they tear it apart and steal me to a place of torture where they force me to meet my fears of height and make me stand on a 50-storey building’s top which is made of glass, and they start breaking the glass to make me fall.
I’m not afraid of my balcony’s height though. The peaceful garden brings out all the monsters trapped inside my head. Its delight takes out the memories of the torture they do to me. That night when I slept, they came out of the cracks but this time the chirping birds from my park took the monsters and pulled them away and back into the wall.
Today I finally had a good dream of playing with the birds and other animals in a pretty garden with pink, yellow, orange, and red flowers spread on the bright green grass like the Nutella on the bread of the sandwich I was eating.
