I’m in a food court, but down the fire exit is a game. A game I want to play but it shows danger.

You follow the doors, the corridors, writing on the wall, to find the prize. The prize is an animal. A dog to be exact. A dog that will bring you love and joy.

Enter the wrong door, there is consequences. Ghosts, evil spirits, ready to attack.

I never got the dog, I never rescued it. I tried my hardest, but I kept running out of time.

My punishment was to clean, deep clean for hours until it was perfect. Ready for the next victim.

I had a dream.