The image shattered. The dream was ripped apart by the furious beeping of the alarm clock. She sat upright. Sleep gushed out of her eyes, from her whole body. With an angry slam she put an end to this morning-torture. She rubbed her eyes. Grey morning-light was filling up the tidy room. Normally it would have been dark, but she forgot to let down the curtains last night. Every morning the room looked the same. Stylized, wood, tidied. The double bed that was too small with the blankets which were still warm. She shivered and stepped out of bed. Her feet sank into the dust-proof carpet and she walked to the closet and put on her bathrobe. She reached for the doorknob and instinctly drew her hand back again as her warm skin touched the cold steel. Then she entered the hallway.
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