Imagine your in a rowing boat, and you are in the middle of the lake. You can just see the light of your house not too far away. You can see your mother in the window waiting for your arrival. She can't wait to see you.
It's dark, and the sound of crickets in the long grass is the only sound you can hear. Except the voice of an angel behind you. You look back. But there is no one to be seen. You turn back around. Your house is gone. Then you wake up in your warm and cosy bed. And it was just a dream the whole time. Your mother calls you down for breakfast. And there it was. A lovely English breakfast waiting at the dinner table for you. The End.
