it involved living in an old manor house full of old rooms and chests of drawers to explore, sneaking around and finding old diaries and photos and wallets containing old money. and i got excited about that because i thought i could steal the money, but i couldn’t because it was so old. and i thought about all the dead and decaying spiders that could be in the drawers, and it made me uneasy but i didn’t mind so much because i kept looking through the old photographs of past holidays in spain. and the room was sunny, but dusty. and i felt like i knew where i was, because i had been there before, and known where a particular brown leather bound journal was. and i felt like aladdin stumbling across all that treasure. like i probably shouldn’t have been doing it, but seeing all these ancient relics and finding them all by myself made me excited. like a new secret.