The house

You hear the splashing of water, your body is wet. As you open your eyes you see that there is no water, only trees and a small building in the distance. As you walk closer, heading to the only structure for miles, you begin to hear a humming almost like a melody you've heard once before. Your eyes start to sting as you fight the rare feeling of tears welling up. You find yourself at the door as a sudden feeling of dread washes over you, you twist the handle and push the old thick door inside. A smell of stale cookies hits your nose making you sick, it's too much right now. You make your way through the living room, which is covered in dust but still pristine. As you pass into the kitchen you think of all the meals youd shared and could've made, wondering if that'll ever happen again. You find an old sauce pan, filled with rotten food to the very top. In an effort to avoid the pungent scent you hurry back through the door way and up the stairs right of the door, the railing is sturdy but the steps feel like that could give at any moment with every step. Finally you reach the top, tables and railings all covered with candles and wilting flowers. You walk towards a door, but you knock over a vase with an illustration of a family and their dog onto their floor, you feel remorse and unease as you stand back up from the shards of porcelain. As you open the door a blinding light shines through. You catch a quick glimpse at an old desk covered with papers and a pencil before you're blinded, this is all you remember as you wake up to turn your alarm off, preparing for a funeral where the one who will be buried is you.