I didn't remember seeing her as I entered.
I thought I was entering with two of my best friends, one marching before me and the other lagging behind. We were in a shop, a jammed-crammed one with everything you could ever think of.

A whole selection of cowboy boots, phoney glasses, Stylish Shimmering Scarfs("3 for 2!"), glasses of ice tea, empty lip stick containers, quiant fluffy items scattered all across the floors, stuffed geese(hmm?), cherry bottles, diet coke posters with stashes of old Marvel Comics, Snickers(just the wrappers for some reason), a heap of green and purple Chuck Taylors, peach scented body lotion, Mr&Mrs Potato figurines, cosmetic manuals from the late 80's featuring a woman in pin-up curls all over, an arrangement of denim fabrics, colourful feathered hats, etc, etc.....the Harajuku-like craftiness made me wince, just a little.
It was quite blemish.

We lost our tagging friend and I followed my precedator--it was no more the insides of an anonymous shop, but in a miserable patch of the woods. It was haunted.
Someone sneezed.
I felt nothing equivalent of the wonder Lucy must've felt (in the chronicles of Narnia)
I just wanted to go further,
and transport myself a million light years away.

We ended up reaching a wall. We were in the shop again, but in an extremely mousey corner.
It was dusty, old, and murky.
I thought of saying something, but thought better.
My friend then peeled open the wall, like she'd peel an avocado: a slit in the middle, the skin coming apart. I chose to hurridly follow for no good reason--possibly because I was curious.

(Come to think of it, all my dreams are based on my actions deriving from curiosity....)

I wasn't supposed to be here, I now realised.
My friend swerved around, looking extremely aghast.
"Why are you in here?" she slowly growled. It turns out she wasn't who I thought she was.
She was another of my good friends--someone who I can't meet as daily.
"I thought I was to come alone."
"Well....." I thought.

There were 5,6 girls in the room, all looking at pictures and gathered round a great white table.
It was cheerful; the lights probably did the trick.

Dressing rooms always look nice.