Kitchen

Date: 11/20/2021

The kitchen was unfamiliar to me, but it felt like I had been there many times before. There was me, an older middle aged woman, a man around my age, and an older man of an unspecified age. It was very clear that at least one of us was going to die. I wanted to leave the kitchen, didn't want to hurt anyone, so I looked all over the place for an opening to escape. There was no back door, and the cabinets were too high. And even if they weren't, the windows had bars on them. The only way out was through the older man, and he was holding a sword, ready to cut anyone who tried to pass. The older woman and the man around my age we're holding a knife each, though, the man was able to leave the kitchen and grab another knife. She felt like a mother, in a really weird way. But she was still intending to murder him. I feel like she was trying to reassure him that it would be okay. But I felt like we'd just come back to the kitchen even after we'd died, like some sort of hellish torture. After all, I felt like I was there before. After looking around for an exit, I figured the only place out was through the sword wielding man. I tried to rush past him, but he swung his sword down towards his own shoe and almost cut my head off. I managed to pull myself back just in time and fell backwards onto the floor, to which the woman chuckled a bit. I got up and considered the window again instead.