Fernando Vivas

She wakes up on the floor in the middle of her living room, without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep, with the only certainty that she is at home. But... Is it really her home? Everything looks so strange, different... darker.

Matías is under pressure because his producer demands that he finish his script. Evenings often bring their moments of inspiration but her upstairs neighbor, an actor, practices tap choreography until the wee hours of the morning.

She wakes up on the floor in the middle of her living room, without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep, with the only certainty that she is at home. But... Is it really her home? Everything looks so strange, different... darker.

She wakes up on the floor in the middle of her living room, without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep, with the only certainty that she is at home. But... Is it really her home? Everything looks so strange, different... darker.

She wakes up on the floor in the middle of her living room, without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep, with the only certainty that she is at home. But... Is it really her home? Everything looks so strange, different... darker.

Matías is under pressure because his producer demands that he finish his script. Evenings often bring their moments of inspiration but her upstairs neighbor, an actor, practices tap choreography until the wee hours of the morning.