Flying Carpet In my dream last night, I flew on a magic carpet. I didn't know where I was flying. The carpet flew for a long time. I looked down at all the lights of big cities. I didn't know their names.
Then, suddenly the carpet stopped. I was on the ground. When I looked up, I was so happy! There was my house! But not my house where I live now - it was my old house where I used to live in the country where I was born.
It was wonderful. I remembered so many good times and good people. I was crying from happiness. Then, suddenly I felt as if I was falling....falling. I woke up.
What a wonderful dream! But what is this? My face is wet from crying. I dry my eyes and smile.
"Good morning mother," I say, "What a wonderful dream I had last night."
Write about the house or apartment that you live in, or that you lived in in the past.
