I’m in a room, in a house. Upstairs, somewhere. It feels like the house is located in a city, somewhere I’ve never been. The door is open, the room is sort of small. Clean, but old. The carpet is dark, reddish, wrinkly how old carpet gets. The bed is big, neatly made with a slightly tattered quilted comforter, comfortable looking. The doorway to
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