It's a small sunny apartment with balconies on both sides.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table with 4 children. They are not my children and they are not my siblings. I still feel like we are family though. We are eating lunch. There are 3 bread loaves cut into slices and lots of jams, cheeses and hams on the table.
3 of the kids are around 5-8, but the youngest is only 3 so she needs a bit of help keeping the ham on her bread.
One of the boys gets jam on his shirt.
My boyfriend comes over at some point to take me out. I get my bag and say goodbye to the kids who all wave goodbye and give a mixed response of 'buy buy' and 'see wou layer'.
Even the stairwell is lit up with warm sunlight. We head up the stairs not down for some reason.
After 2 flights we reach the roof.
The roof is empty, just a big concrete slab.
My boyfriend pulls out a gun and points it at me. I'm frozen for a moment, confused. My mind races. Could he be pointing at someone else? Had I done something? Was he on medication? What was going on!?
He reaches up and turns off the safety. I turn and run for the stairwell door.
The door is in a small hut placed in the center of the concrete slab roof.
I reach the hut and quickly run around it to get to the door at the back.
Only there is no door, it's turned into a hut with 3 walls. I don't panic because just then I remember that there is a back door in the roof of the hut. I attempt to climb the hut, which is hard because there is nothing to hold onto or push off with your feet.
Eventually with some pretty embarrassing poses I reach the roof and slip into the door.
As I dangle down I see that the staircase has shifted and is now 2 storeys below me. I'm breathing heavily and am nervous to let go.
I remember when I was doing high ropes and I didn't want to let go the instructor on the ground had just said 'touch your head'. It had been super easy then so I tried it now.
I put my hands on my head and hold my breath as I fall.