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ㅤ𝐆𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, confused as she wondered where she was.
It looked all too familiar; the oak door, the wooden floors, the cream couch that had a stain on the side when she spilled Coca Cola on it when she was seven, the coffee table with her name carved on it, the light gray carpet...
She was in her childhood home, standing in her old living room.
She looked down at her hands, trying to assess what was going on, wondering if this was real, when she realized, "I'm hallucinating."
Looking around once more, she realized that her subconscious led her back into her childhood home. The one where she wanted to grow up in, yet only spent nine years of her life in. She walked closer to the TV stand and saw pictures of herself when she was little. From the time when she attended her very first ballet lesson, the time when she first sang on a karaoke machine, her first Christmas, to her last time spending the birthday with her family.
