It was a cold and rainy day in September. Tilly sat in her room on her bed, listening to music and drew something. Tonight there was a party at Collgege Coffee, but Tilly could not go. She sat with flu and fever of 39 degrees in her room and stared outside. There was a knock at the door. "Yes" "I have here a nice warm cup of tea for you." "Thanks Mom. Tilly took a sip and spit it right back into the cup. "IHHH, what's that?" 'This is our old family recipe, it should be very good for colds." "Why taste must medicine almost always disgusting? " " Because it would be no medicine bask, my dear. "Tilly had to the grin of her mother only an annoyed look and drank with contorted face of the cup, extremely tasty drink. "And now go to sleep, so you'll soon be well again." "Mum, I'm not six more." "And yet you're my little girl, who is ill in bed." Tilly was already sweet as her mother still cared about her, even though she was almost grown up. She was taken by her mother to the tea cup, so that she could go to bed. "You know it, sleeping is still the best medicine. And now from the ceiling. "Tilly lay down and got a kiss from her mother.

Tilly walked along the beach. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and a light breeze sogrte sure it's not too hot. She sat down in the dunes, looking out to sea. She loved to just sit here and look out to sea. Your Ipod played classical music and drew her hand indiscriminately on the drawing pad. When she saw once on the sheet, she saw what she had drawn. She had drawn countless hearts. When she looked up, she saw a young woman who was walking on the beach. Her hair blew in the breeze and her mouth formed into a smile. Tilly was fascinated by this woman. She could not look away, but then it all started to turn itself. Everything was black around them, Tilly no longer knew where she was.

When she opened her eyes again, she lay in her bed, in her room and looked at the ceiling. She still had the face of the unknown mind. Who was she? And how could she see her again?