It was this morning, it seems to me, and in any case not before yesterday: I woke up sad. There wasn’t a toy that I wanted to take in my hands. I sat on the bed and I even started to cry. A little, not so much. My mother came, took me in her arms and gave me one of those bursts of kisses on the face and neck that bother me a bit and also make me tickle and laugh, and said: “You’ve grown so much! You became a man overnight! Now get ready, we are going out.”
I went into the bathroom to see if I was really grown that much. It wasn’t true, I know, because I still could not see myself in the mirror, even on tiptoe. Not even the tuft on top of my head. Then I started crying for real.
Now, I do see myself in the mirror. Then – I did grow up. How is it possible, in one night? But I am old, a wrinkled face on a bent body.
I sit for a moment. Feel confused. Tired.
Mom! I call, but she’s not responding. It was this morning, right, and not before yesterday, that I woke up sad.
Ideas for a tall story 