as you are wherever you are reading this right now, you fall backwards like you would in a dream and awake in a blurry sweat on an extremely spacious turf of beige carpet. You instantly get a warm shiver of nostalgia as you realise you've woke in an old room with creme white walls, skurting boards, pop corn painted texture of ceiling and the tasteful yellow lighting of a lamp on a bright oak table with two little drawers beneath. As you stand up for god knows how long you've been lying there on the soft, fuzzy floor. Your knees make a silent and refreshing crackling noise as you stand up and stretch a phew muscles to wake your body for exploration.

[THERE'S A DOOR BEHIND YOU, ITS INVIGING ISN'T IT?]