I've been awake for two hours trying to sleep, then I slip into weird hyperreality. There's a new window in my bedroom and in the corner an old woman is sitting in a chair talking on an old-fashioned telephone. I can't seem to speak, I just make croaking noises. I wander over to the door - there are noises outside - and notice the wallpaper is peeling away, so I pull it back revealing dozens of handwritten messages. Messages from people who have died in here. There are lots of footsteps on the stairs now, I open the door and it's all the dead, coming back to the room. I finally find my voice and yell at them that it's my space now, they stare at me and then head off into the airbnb room instead.