The incessant ringing of the school bell tore me from my daydreams again and again. What a night, what a dream ... Thanks to this confusing dream, I woke up in a sweat. Silently but audibly, I jerked wildly from my school desk. I hatedly packed my school supplies because half of the class had already left the room. // I almost feel like a lunatic ... //. Staggering and with half-open eyes I went down the hall looking for my locker. //Where is the key?! Did I leave it in the room? //. I was so annoyed that I couldn't sleep all night and then everything goes wrong at school. In your pocket, of course. At least one thing that makes the day more bearable and doesn't let it degenerate into a complete catastrophe. Still math, then finally home to bed. There is even a tiny glimmer of hope to come into my mysterious dream. I wonder if I could possibly meet this boy again. Otherwise it will probably always remain a huge secret which strange boy or man met me in the dream. I'm dreaming again, but I'm really interested in his name. Why didn't he tell me? Who is he? What did he want from me? So many questions and all because of such a strange dream. Why am I driving myself so crazy? It was just a dream ... But it was so real ... What would I give if it was reality ... Ring for hours, that damn bell! "Leila, what is the square root of 27?" Mrs. Burner suddenly asked me. Great, what of course, "5.3 ?!" "Wrong, completely wrong. You're in school, madam! Concentrate kindly and don't wander around in your thoughts all the time!" "Sorry."