Warm noodles that tasted like steak slid down my throat, leaving a warm happy trail. I smiled and set down the empty ramen cup. My belly was full and it was time for me to leave. I left the kitchen, trashed my cup and grabbed my bag that was located by the front door. Shutting the door behind me, I started my trek down the stairs. Lucky for me, I was on the 5th floor, the very top.
About the middle of the 2nd flight of stairs I spotted a pile of sand. My eyes narrowed, now stepping carefully, watching the sand for any signs of movement. I go to step over it and the sand shoots up, grabbing my ankle. I jumped down the hall, away from the stairs and the sand following. Bouncing from wall to wall, trying to get away but the sand crashed on after me. I turn down a hall then immediately down another in hopes of losing it. Whoever was controlling that sand is damn persistent. Huffing, I turn another corner and come face to face with a dead end.
"Well… I'm screwed." I mumble and turn to face the sand, but instead of rushing down the hall I turned down, it just went right on by. Surprised, I blink once before getting into action and going back the way I came. I come up to a colorful door that has an hour glass on it, but I keep on moving, my main goal is to get out of here without the sand getting me. Turning another corner, I literally stumble upon the stairs, catapulting down them.
Suddenly, I just stopped in midair, upside down. Pain shot through my ankle and I twisted to see it, making my semi-loose shirt rise up, or is it falling down? Sand coated my ankles and feet, I guess that was what had caught me stopping me from potentially killing myself. My black billowing knee length bermuda short bunched up at my hips, making them seem shorter. My shirt rose up even more, gathering around my arms and neck, revealing my black and white sports bra.
The sand started moving, bringing me back up the stair and down the hall, my hair and cloak dragging across the ground. I was pulled all the way down the hall to the colorful door that I rushed past without a second glance. The door opened I floated in, then creaked shut behind me of its own accord.
