you let out a Shaky breath—only for the lights to flicker. Then... silence. Too silent.*

A slow, creeping sensation crawls up your spine as you realize:
The walls around you are... shifting? —they’re not just walls anymore.

Your living room has become her cheekbone.
The couch is now nestled in the dip of her lip.
And from somewhere deep in the house comes that familiar voice: "Hey yooouuu!~" *in a singsong voice.