rshort1202

I am in some house. I think the family is here too, and I think we’re staying here. The house is large and older and kind of reminds me of Opa’s house. In a bedroom I start looking at a picture at about eye level. I get close to it and realize the eyes of the female in the picture are staring straight at me. I quickly glance away and so do they. I wonder if that was just my reflection or not… when her lips slowly pull into a grin. Later, I’m telling someone this and trying to find the face, unsuccessfully, in a very thick paperback book.