Hahahaha ... this story is inspired by a particular dream.
My teenage son, mom, tells me where that comes from, to scare the
children, that's where the coconut comes from.
Who is the coconut ?, I answer kindly, well, I think it was a ghost, as a child our parents told us that when we did not want to sleep, they began to sleep or the coconut took them.
And so the story goes, as I told my children, sleep or the coconut comes.
That night I go to sleep, I spent a strong day that I had gone to a friend's funeral, and at night I was very sleepy ... when I fall asleep, I start dreaming weird things, I don't remember much, but suddenly I walk for a Street, and a creepy monster, a giant coconut arrives ... my mother, I start running, hide and wake up, scared by my story of children and mother, there comes the coconut
Gracias por leer, soy Raquel .e