Dreaming in Digital

20251122 As an adult, I still lived with my parents, and so did my sister. But i had the wisdom i currently have now. We lived in a very spacious home which used to be an office building or an old science laboratory. I hhad a bunch of notes and letters from the post and my family. The last one i read was from my sister claiming i stole sewing thread from her.

My father's family came to visit along with members of the church. When they rang the doorbell, I rushed into the bathroom and my sister saw me shut the door, assuming i was hiding from them. I was preparing myself because i have social anxiety and i am easily overwhelmed in crowds. When i was ready, i walked into a bedroom with a clear glass wall looking into the living room. My mom was showing it to my family when i came in. 

Soon quickly, members of the church swarmed me with questions. One man asked, "where can i take a quick nap?" Another young boy asked, "i'm bored is there something to do here?" I talked to them one by one as more people asked me like tourists, but i remember these two best.

"You can sleep here," i said to the tired man.

I gestured to the boy to follow me and led him into the living room. "We don't have much for entertainment. I usually watch television or am on my computer, but i can connect you to our wifi."

"That'll do, and don't worry, I can do that myself." He pulled out a short, three inch cord and connected it to a device sitting in our living room. It resembled a sound board but for entertainment. He was getting the information to his phone.

The whole time i helped people, my sister slinked in the background, spying on me for no reason other than her pettiness and anger. It was time to deal with her. I told her directly, "i didn't steal thread from you. I would always ask for it. And even if i did take some i'm clever enough to do it without you noticing. Why would i need your thread anyway when i have my own larger set of sewing materials?" I felt so angry and betrayed she would blame me.