I was alone at home. It was night. I heard my name being called...it was so faint, but it was definitely my name, "Steven" I turned to see who was calling me, but no one was there. I felt as though I had seen someone, but they slipped into the darkness before I could see them. "Steven" barely audible. I turn, and once again, a figure drifts into the darkness. "Steven", I turn, and they are gone. "Steven" and gone. Over and over. I was beginning to get very frustrated. I woke and thought a lot about the dream.
Less than a year previous to this dream, my mother had passed away. The voice I was hearing, was a woman's voice. My mother was the only one who called me by my full name of Steven. I do not know why she didn't want to be seen, I do not know the reason for her to reach out to me, but I will know in time.
I choose to shoot this with smeared red lipstick, so that the viewer would understand that the person barely visible, is a woman.
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