I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door, stepping into the room. My eyes took in the space, there was no trace of warmth as I remembered, it was so cold, empty, and uninviting. But I could see how everything was once positioned—the bed, rug, fairy lights, nightstand, table, and chair.
And lastly, there was no way I would forget the dreamcatcher that hung on the window and the noise that came with it each time it dangled from the strong wind.
"Um Vanessa, why are there dream-catcher things on every window?" 16-year-old me asked curiosity, eyeing the weird-looking thing, it was everywhere in the house, why did it have to be in my room?
"Oh that is not a dream-catcher even though it looks like one," she said amused, I turned to her confused.
"Well then what is it?" I urged.
"Rule number one"
