Michael heard his alarm clock ringing but he could not open his eyes. Then his mum came into the room and turned on the light: "I know there's nothing more difficult than to get up early in the morning in December." Mum bent and kissed Michael's cheek. "Oh, you are boiling! Your head is so hot. Michael, are you all right!" Michael at last managed to open his eyes. "Yes, I'm fine. But my head is spinning and my eyes hurt." "It's probably the flu. Look, Michael, I wish I could stay with you today, but I can't. I have to be in our office till at least 3pm." "Don't worry, Mum. If I need anything, I will call you at once." "I have made sandwiches already." "I don't want to eat, Mum." "Ok. I'll put them in the fridge." When his mum left, Michael woke up completely. He reached for the bookshelf and took out an old book of fairy tales. It was bought by his great-grandmother when he was a small child. She often said that even in her old age she loved these tales more than anything else. Michael opened the book and sank into the world of mystery and wonders.
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