A nightmare that didn’t even come true

We are together. Then falls night.  Everyone goes sleep.  The house has four rooms, a whole house quartered into four rooms from the centre.  I’m sleeping in the front one, with several others.  You are sleeping in the side back room, on a “baaz.”

Morning.  You wake up and come in the front room; normal.  Master asks, “She LIVES here?”  I am affirmative.

No one likes you in the house.  I loved you even when it was morning and we were awake.

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