So I'm in Orlando, school's out, blah blah blah...

This morning, I woke up at 8. I looked at the clock, then checked my phone, and while I was about to do something on it, I saw someone standing by a counter. It was a little kid. Skinny, brown-haired, spectacled boy. He was looking at some things I had on the counter and was picking something up. Then he turned and look at me. Startled I sat up and he was gone

I couldn't go back to sleep because it puzzled me so much. Later I told me parents who just told me I was dreaming (and looked at each other like they were agreeing I was crazy) and they told my older sister who told me I was definitely dreaming.

It's possible I was dreaming, but I clearly remember being awake, a little drowzy. Even before I saw the kid, I was checking things, and I don't remember waking up again. I personally think it's stupid to state that it was DEFINITELY a dream. Who knows, it could have been actually something paranormal. I've never had one of those experiences anymore and I don't imagine things.

The only person who believes me is Erik. Oh and btw I broke up with him a few weeks ago because I'm not too much of a relationship person, but we might get back together.