Finding some old stuff

This was the first time Cindy had ever dreamt of her sister Carmen. The vividness of the nightmare, the sight of Carmen's face, the calmness in her voice as the fire raged on—it left Cindy shaken to her core. She sat up in bed, her breath still ragged, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the images that had plagued her sleep. Carmen had been gone for months, and Cindy had never dreamed of her, not even once. But now, seeing her so clearly, it was as if Carmen was trying to tell her something.

The room was dimly lit by the early morning light seeping through the curtains. Everything felt heavy, as though the weight of her thoughts had settled into the walls. She glanced around the old room, which had once been hers. It was strange to be back here, where every corner held a memory, a piece of her past that she thought she had left behind.