Micro-story about utopian dreams

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Micro-story about utopian dreams
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The hours were wrapped with the night. I was awakened by the sound of the door being closed, curiously because I lived alone, still intrigued I see parading in front of my bed a shadow that contrasted a male figure. Scared I looked at him with fixation and my eyes followed him without being able to even breathe, he stopped near the dressing table, I saw his head turn and, quickly, I closed my eyes, I didn't want him to see that I was awake wasting fear through my sclerotics. I don't know what I feared more, if to the individual who violated my privacy or ignore my reality for not being able to look; If he was going to kill me, I'd want to see what it would be like.

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Anxiety overwhelmed me and I didn’t wait any longer to open my eyes, there he was touching my things, throwing them, opening drawers, I don’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, I wanted him to find it fast.
The hours continued to envelop the night, I saw him enter the bathroom, I was invaded by the need to run, but the fear paralyzed my legs. I began to pray, remembering all those prayers that my grandmother forced me to memorize.
As soon as I saw the day, I felt that the sun gave me gallantry, I turned to look at the dressing table...

#### Surprise!
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 Everything was intact, the drawers in place, my things intact, as if I had imagined it last night. Invaded by uncertainty, I went to the bathroom...

 #### Empty!
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 The phone began to ring: 
― Are you okay? I felt anguish for you all night, daughter.
 
It could have been a nightmare, but it was not like that.

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Reference
[imagen 1](http://www.lavanguardia.com/vivo/psicologia/20160511/401720691739/pesadillas-personas-creativas.html)
[imagen 2](https://formato7.com/2017/02/27/miedo-ajeno-puede-contagiarse-la-nariz-los-ojos-oido/)
[imagen 3](http://www.grimerica.ca/a-shadow-person-of-a-residual-doubt/)

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