Through the Door*Girl

“Sounds good!” smiles the receptionist, then points towards a doorway. “Have fun!”

You step through cautiously, and after a short trip through a silvery tunnel, land smoothly on a leathery couch. You stand up carefully, wary of airsickness, and look around. You seem to be in a loft of some sort, very richly decorated. A quick glance around proves that it is about ten feet across, from the couch to the wall, and thirty feet down from the couch to your bed in the distance. Your leathery couch is smooth and real, indicating that whatever world you stepped into involves you being well off. About seven feet out from the couch is a television, and the three feet of space behind that is filled with bookshelves and a desk of some sort. To your side is several papery dividers, which you eagerly look into.

The first, on the same side of the room as your couch, hides a modest bathroom. Behind that sits your bed, with another desk and a laptop. Across the slender hallway is a guest room that’s never been touched, and next to that is a laundry room and then the kitchen. You hesitate after checking out the whole room, and look around worriedly. What to do?

Make a healthy snack of some sort.

Take a nap.