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You wake up with a gasp escaping your lips. You had a strange dream yet you can't seem to remember any details. As the information slowly escapes your mind, you decide that it probably wasn't important.
The first thing you notice is the book you are clenching tightly in your left hand. It's still with you as it has been through the entire night it seems.
A cold breeze sweeps through the room as you realize you left the window open last night. You get out of the bed and run to the window with the book still in your hand. A few colourful leaves of autumn trees got inside during the night but the apartment seems to be intact otherwise.
You still feel much better now that you have closed the window. Slowly, not to disturb the silence of the early morning, you return back into the warm embrace of your bed.
You decide to read a little more from the book and open it where the bookmark is peeking out.
The page is empty. How can that be?, you think to yourself. You flip through the book and all of the pages seem to be empty. This comes off as very strange to you. After all, you know the pages were there yesterday…
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Your heart skips a beat. You aren't expecting anyone.
Are you?
| Maybe you should ask who it is. |
| Pretending that no one is home is always a solution. |
| You wonder who that could be and go open the door. |
| You don't feel like talking with anyone right now. |
