Flash fiction story

As I started to wake, I began to hear the sound of trees hitting the side of the house. I felt chills run through my body as the winter breeze swept through the cracks in the window. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in the middle of a rug that wasn’t mine. When I lifted to stand on my feet, I suddenly felt nostalgic for my childhood years. I noticed I was in the house where I tackled most of my dreams as a kid. I looked around and there she was. Her big hazel eyes and grey hair. My grandma was sitting in her rocking chair with a smile that I have only had to imagine over the last few years. As I ran towards her I started to see the flames of the fire spread through the house. Once again, everything was gone just like before.