I found my bed in the pantry of the kitchen.

The bed is made of wooden boards and placed on some miscellaneous items.

The bed doesn't have a mattress, but it has a straw mat and a quilt.

Even when I pull the bed curtain, I can still smell the greasy fumes nearby.

My mother comforted me softly, "Don't worry, sleeping in the partition is only temporary. After you get married, you can sleep with your husband in the master bedroom."

She asked me eagerly, "Has the man who drives a car appeared? Have you killed the other women in his family?"

I suddenly remembered the experience that I had taken as a delusion.

Could it be that all of this is real?