I am lying in the bed sneezing, sweating and feeling freezing cold. Wrapped up by two blankets but still feeling cold. No one is around me, just myself. I looked at my parents pictures, closed my eyes for a second and felt my mother’s hand on my forehead. I heard her, I swear I did. She was wiping away the pain from my head. “You’ll be fine darling,” she was saying. I could smell the soup she cooked for me from our kitchen. My father was asking my sister about me. “How is he doing now?” I heard him saying too. I opened my eyes to tell him “I’ll be fine,” but found myself in another place. I looked around and found no one, but myself.
