My imaginarry friend is a little pillow. I named it “Perni”. It is nine years old. It is a beautiful age for a pillow. Every evening I talk with it and I sleep with it. I tell her my little secrets an it never contradicts me. In has a travel cover because it is not very beautiful. My grandfather jokes about it and he says that it is ugly. In the summer holiday we travelled togheter in Antalya and Constanta. My mother buys for me many pillows small and bid, all colours and pictures, but for me Perni in the best.
Aceasta a fost o compunere de demult. Daca aveti si voi un prieten imaginar, spuneti-mi despre el intr-un comentariu iar eu il voi publica aici pe blog la mine.
