Stroke of Familiarity

Date: 7/23/2021

I was accompanied by a couple of friends to someone's house. I can't remember faces. One of them might have been Anxle. I don't remember entering the house exactly. One moment we were greeted at the door by - I'm guessing - the homeowner, and the next moment we're off to our rooms. I noticed there were already some guests. A guy sitting comfortably on a sofa. Another fixing his food at a buffet in the kitchen. There had to have been 3 or 4 of us but we each got our own rooms. The homeowner, The Lady, seemed very familiar. I was caught staring at her as my friends made off to their rooms. I was trying to pin point how I knew her. She asks me if I wanted something to eat. She wasn't actually asking, she was making me grab some food. I didn't mind, the food looked great. I don't remember eating but I then made off to find my room. The layout of the place seemed so very familiar but I was certain I've never been here before. The thought that I might have once dreamt of the this place came to mind but it was quickly interrupted by Anxle. She was coming down the stairs. She changed out of her clothes and put something more athletic on. She said something coy as she noticed my gaze. Then I remember telling her you look good but the words were difficult so I ended up muttering and repeating myself multiple times.