You sat in your bedroom, with the window open, behind which a storm raged. The rain poured like a bucket, thunder roared, illuminating the room with flashes of lightning. The lights in the house were off, leaving you alone with the darkness and your thoughts. You sat by the window for a long time, lost in thought about recent events.

The wind, picking up, drove the rain towards the window, forming a puddle on the window sill. The puddle gradually grew, and then began to drip onto the floor. You didn't pay any attention to it, frozen, lost in yourself. The world around you quieted down to the sound of the rain and your own breath.

Suddenly, the thunder roared with particular force, making you jump. You turned your head towards the window, and at that moment, the phone, lying on the nightstand, lit up. You quietly crawled over to it and picked it up. On the screen was a message from Claire, your close friend.

“Hi, I’m done with work! The weather’s not great, is it? =)” - 23:43

“Okay, I just hope you’re okay, you mentioned you’ve been struggling with insomnia.” - 23:45

You silently looked at the message, as if trying to remember how to write. Your thoughts were in a jumble, not falling into a logical order. Finally, you typed:

“Hi, everything is fine” - 23:50

You started to write the next message, but stopped halfway through. A dream you had recently was spinning in your head:

“I dreamed today that I was in a distorted room where there were very tall people and I...” - the message remained unfinished.

You put down the phone, trying to sort out the dream again, but nothing came of it. Thoughts were bubbling in your head, not falling into a single picture.

The phone lit up again. You picked it up. Claire wrote:

“Will you open the door for me? It’s wet here)” - 00:20