“No…” Bette immediately shouted back trying to defend her actions. “I was just… I didn’t…”

“Alright, alright, alright quit all that damn stuttering and follow me.” Grace moved around Bette and walked to the door across from them. She opened the door to a room that was filled with bright pastel colors and warm sunlight, an all around complete opposite from the outside looks. Bette gasped as she noticed that the room spanned the entire side of the house.

She had to ask, “Grace what’s with all the doors if this room takes up the entire house?”

“Yea well, I like my space. Is there a problem with that?”

“No, not at all, it’s just that there’s so many doors down the hall. What do they lead to?”

“Other rooms, small ones that I use for company. Lenore and Angelo made this house for me when she was about 205 or so, anyway take a seat over there.” Grace pointed at a large brightly colored area filled oddly enough with chairs and couches, like she had her own little seating area in her bedroom. As soon as Bette sat down her body relaxed and felt as though the couch contoured to her body, embracing each tight muscle massaging it through.

Grace heard the soft moan from Bette as she chose the one sofa she knew she’d pick. There was nothing special about the particular placement of the sofa, there were plenty of chairs for her to choose from, but she decided to take the one she knew would draw her in. Before Grace could turn back around Bette was out, she was embraced by the couch and completely passed out. Grace took that as her cue and laid down in her bed waiting for sleep to bring her towards Bette.

Bette felt like she was standing up but she remembered sitting down. She opened her eyes to a big blur and let everything come into focus with every blink, she saw a familiar staircase ahead of her. She looked around at her surroundings and saw her mother’s dining room table bare only with a piece of parchment paper on it. Her entire home was just as she remembered it, the cascading light from the window aligned stairway lit up the entire front entrance, the comfort level of the soft butter maple floors relaxed her even further, the gorgeous paint on the walls seemed more vibrant and appealing to her now. Everything around her seemed more like a dream than something from her memory. Her concentration was broken when she heard the front door to the foyer opened, she looked back and saw Grace walk in through her door.