I was once walking across a huge bridge. Next to the bridge was a pink daffodil . I walked across the bridge and picked the pink daffodil. It was very unusual; it was like someone had sprinkled dye on it .
As I was walking to my house I looked back and the bridge was gone. I said, ” It’s a ghost or is it ?” I ran back home looking terrified.
My mum asked, “What’s the matter? ” I didn’t answer. I just gulped (gulp!). My mum put me to bed. I fell asleep quietly . What do you think happened to me ?