"Mom, one more story. Please. Or at least a short one." So I tried to put my kid to sleep...

I'm not gonna fool myself here. I would have fallen for it anyway. When a person's stupid, they're just stupid. It bothered me, but I didn't do anything. And that was my first mistake.

I used to have lucid dreams almost every sleep. It's about what I pay attention to, I reinforce it, I paid a lot of attention to it.

Anna Zejnova didn't plan to become a mother at a young age, but after getting drunk one night and not paying attention, she has to face the consequences. How will she handle everything in her life in the end?

"Are you sick, Auntie?" Anna's heart clenched with a strange anxiety, so sharp that she had to close her eyes for a moment and breathe deeply...

Gradually I became a puppet that he was changing into his image. In the rush of work and endless moves across Prague, I didn't even notice. But it was getting worse...

The man who still held his daughter in his arms. He was now looking at Anna as if he had seen a ghost. It was very clear that he recognized her...

The man smiled at her with his typical smile that she had previously found irresistible, calling it twisted in her mind. It was almost as if he had forgotten what had happened between them...

Is playfulness just a child's thing, or is it okay if this skill lasts us into adulthood? Let's recall a few moments where imagination has no limits...

Anna shook her head and shifted from foot to foot. She gritted her teeth as a stabbing pain shot through her leg, so much so that her eyes momentarily glazed over.