Hahahaha ... this story is inspired by a particular dream.
My teenage son, mom, tells me where that comes from, to scare the
children, that's where the coconut comes from.
Who is the coconut ?, I answer kindly, well, I think it was a ghost, as a child our parents told us that when we did not want to sleep, they began to sleep or the coconut took them.
![](https://images.hive.blog/768x0/https://scontent-mia3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/29511_1469378972064_1267419_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&_nc_oc=AQluzKOwfMDxjIy9hMPQNROqImorZ49vKFHQhuJ0M8WRnvxiweLefT95PhgOLPMsD04&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-1.xx&oh=36cba7d208c96891f4c36728e3c877b1&oe=5DC84FB0)
And so the story goes, as I told my children, sleep or the coconut comes.
That night I go to sleep, I spent a strong day that I had gone to a friend's funeral, and at night I was very sleepy ... when I fall asleep, I start dreaming weird things, I don't remember much, but suddenly I walk for a Street, and a creepy monster, a giant coconut arrives ... my mother, I start running, hide and wake up, scared by my story of children and mother, there comes the coconut
Gracias por leer, soy Raquel .e