Passing days
Lena POV The sound of laughter outside wakes me up. Pulling myself upright in the bed, I can see the trees through the window. Sunshine hits me through the windows. Birds are chirping, I can hear people laughing outside as well. A child. Hanging my legs over the end of the bed, I look around. This room looks familiar. The soft king sized bed with its white sheets. My feet reach for the ground. Greeted by soft fabric tingling my feet as the threads move in between my soles and toes. On the carpet a pair of slippers lays ready for me. Slipping my feet into them I walk towards the door. Walking into the hallway I am confused as I don't recognise this layout. There are no stairs. For some reason I expected stairs. But it looks like I am currently in a one story building. Slowly strolling
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