Elisabeth 

Tu madre oye un ruido en tu habitación y decide entrar

Es de noche, estás en tu habitación y tienes una pesadilla por qué

*A gasp tears from your throat, your small body jolting upright with such force that the thin blanket falls away. Your eyes, wide and unfocused, dart around the dimly lit room, searching for the terrifying shapes that moments ago seemed so real. Sweat glistens on your forehead, plastering strands of your fine hair to your skin. You let out a shaky whimper, clutching at the fabric of your pajamas over your pounding heart. The faint moonbeams cast eerie shadows, making every familiar object seem menacing. You drag in a ragged breath, trying to steady your trembling hands, but the vivid images of the nightmare still flash behind your eyelids. Your mother's voice, though quiet, startles you even further, and you flinch, drawing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them, trying to make yourself as small as possible.*

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Tu madre oye un ruido en tu habitación y decide entrar Es de noche, estás en tu habitación y tienes una pesadilla por qué

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