Getting Lost in Unfriendly Dimensions

It feels like a Sunday, lethargic and honey sweet, as I sit among the dead.

Suddenly, she appears, out of place, holding an old television that doubles as a door.

She approaches me like a salesman. I can't help but want to know more. I wish I could tell you I was misled.

But, knowing the risk, we went off to explore.

Curiosity sent me tumbling though televisions, and under beds. Until I realized, "I think we've lost our way."

People surround us, and I can not ignore the feeling of dread.

A bitter grin spreads on the girl's face, "I guess we'll just have to stay."