I had booked a room at a famous hotel, hoping for a comfortable stay. After arriving, I took a shower to wash off the travel dust and then laid down on the bed, exhausted. Soon, I fell into a deep sleep.
I ran outside, opening the door, but she was already there before me. I headed towards the lift, but it was switched off. I ran towards the stairs, only to find her ahead of me again, horribly. Standing on the fifth floor, I raced down the stairs. When I reached the second floor, the hotel manager stopped me. I told him everything, but he laughed and said it was just a dream.
He escorted me back to my room, where everything appeared normal. He asked about the smoke and found my cigarette nearby, fining me for misusing the room.