Where my dream takes me

This interior of a house comes in my dream very often. Usually, I am walking around the house…especially the guest area which is not really a room but a part of the living room partitioned by a glass folding door. There is also an extension of the apartment through a corridor but I go there only sometimes. This is the main area where I hang out when i visit this place.

I cannot remember ever having visited such a house ever in my life. The recurrence of the dream intrigues me.

She

She sat on her side of the bed, staring at the pink tablets in her palm. She had emptied all the packs. The phone has been ringing for some time now. She knew who was calling but could not move - as if spell bound by the monotonous rings…