vouloir

It was dark.  The room was small, about 8x10, and had a high ceiling.  The room had an old feel to it, dark wooden paneling, deep purples and reds.  Something about it made me feel like the walls were covered in velvet and yet at the same time lined with books.  There was a twin size bed horizontal against the wall.  It had an old frame, which seemed to be made of iron that didn't feel cold to the touch.  The sheets were white, the pillow was white, the quilt was white.  I was wearing a white tshirt and green pajama pants.  I was watching myself.  I was