My special place. Wednesday 29th march
One bright summer morning, I was awoken by a beam of light that flashed on my morning face. I opened my azure curtains and watched the sun hitting the horizon, nobody was up yet. I had had the weirdest dream about a sheepdog from the book I was reading at school the previous day. It was about a boy named Matt who was exploring his new setting with his sheepdog Lassie.
Should I tell you more? Matt and Lassie entered a nearby meadow, and watched the grass change shadows because of the trees towering over them. The bird's song was like my mum at karaoke night: a bit off key but it makes you feel safe. Matt spotted a twisted rope dangling from a thick trunk. A river bank was desperate for someone to jump in, Matt looked at Lassie with bait of excitement in his eyes.
He swung from the rope, he noticed in about two seconds that the rope looked as mossy as an old church and then he plunged into the river.
When Matt let go of the rope, he drifted into a cave beneath the mountains that he hadn’t noticed before. He thought he was in a storm with big waves like in the Caribbean, with water as clear as glass, and glow worms in every crack in the ceiling. It was truly magical to experience.
When he reached sand, he immediately made a fire just like his grandpa Len had showed him. The blazing torch lit the whole cave in an instant. The beam of light hit my face and I awoke, I could have had that dream forever.
By Ava Barnard
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