2 FEB 11:31

The first thing I took note of was the weird moist smell. It smelled like my grandmother’s attic, or anything old, especially clothes, that had that distinct smell to it. Then when my eyes focused, it was like my vision had a yellow tinted filter, the walls being a worn down yellow, only enhanced by the old yellow glow of the overhead office lights. But even though I knew that I'd never been to wherever the hell this was, it felt familiar to me. 

I stood, because sitting on my ass wasn't going to get me out of this building. My legs nearly buckled, and I had to put a hand on one of the more mouldy walls to steady myself, inwardly grimacing at the feel of the thick texture of the mould. I’m just glad that my shopping had fallen through with me, or else I'd have to drink the decade old moisture straight from the carpet. I snorted a laugh at the thought of getting on my hands and knees and sucking at  the carpet. 

Well, if I was here, I might as well make myself at home until I find the exit, so I took off my canvas shoes, and put them in the backpack I was carrying with me, and before I zipped it back up I put all my groceries in my backpack too. It wasn't a small bag, but it wasn't big either, and soon enough I stood straight once more, and walking in whatever direction was the most interesting.