Aria
I found myself inside an unfamiliar house. The place was perhaps of medium size. The lights in the living area were dim, with only a couple of standing lampshades on in two corners. One was next to the curtained widow. And then, there was a flat TV on a stand made of plastic with the sofa set in front of it.
A stairway next to the wall was to my left, and I heard some voices upstairs, where there were more lights on. Apparently, the couple living in this house was fighting.
I must be dreaming, again! My brows knitted.
I quickly mounted the steps when I heard a faint thwack, and the woman sobbed. It was followed by some things crashing to the floor. The woman screamed “No, no! Please!”
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