Light blue-grey hue
A spotlight from above
I'm sitting in a miniature room, in a miniature bed as a miniature me
The walls aren't connected
Just four thin slabs of drywall floating in space
One to the left, right, back and top
In front is a door
And I sit facing it
I look from the third person, looking at myself looking at the door

Outside the door is more empty space and two elongated shadows

Sounds of a man and woman arguing
And screaming and thuds
And crying
And more thuds partnered with grunts of frustration

I'm scared to go out.
To find out.
I'm just dreaming, just dreaming
Just go back to sleep and wake to silence.