The other night, Brenda couldn't sleep, and came to sleep in my bed. She lay down in another side, and started snoring straight away.
Then I heard she singing, "Twinkle, Twinkle, little star...", next morning, I reminded her that she slept singing last night. She remembered it, and told me she had a dream, "a party in the zoo," she said, "lot of people play instruments, so I sing along."
Last night, she sneaked in my room again, and said she couldn't sleep. I asked why she couldn't sleep. "I dream horrible dreams every night," she said, "In my dream, I had a piece of paper and a magic pencil, but the pencil was broken, so I couldn't draw!"
Then I heard she singing, "Twinkle, Twinkle, little star...", next morning, I reminded her that she slept singing last night. She remembered it, and told me she had a dream, "a party in the zoo," she said, "lot of people play instruments, so I sing along."
Last night, she sneaked in my room again, and said she couldn't sleep. I asked why she couldn't sleep. "I dream horrible dreams every night," she said, "In my dream, I had a piece of paper and a magic pencil, but the pencil was broken, so I couldn't draw!"
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