Letters.

I scaped from the city. It was dark and cold, the people were talking about me, about my life.
I had to scape. I run, run and run... i couldn't stop. The night turned to morning, and the sun said me Hello. I followed it...
Then, i appeared in another place... a nice place! There was a lot of colours... and people were smiling at me... Then, i woke up.
It was just a dream... why couldn't it be true?