You look around. The overpowering scent of lavender laundry detergent hits you. Wow, smells are way more powerful when you're an inch tall...
Kelly's clothes surrounded you in every direction. you run to the outside edge of the drawer but it is firmly shut.
Shit.
You look around again, looking for a hole or something... None
You'll run out of air soon...
Shit.
But remembering the wood-shop class you took in 9th grade, you look up to see a small line in the back of the drawer.
You pile three bundles of socks on each other (its unreasonably hard when you're 1 inch tall) and climb up and over the edge of the drawer.
Suddenly, your footing slips and you're falling... You quickly grab the edge of the next drawer down. You glance over the edge and see some light... Its open!
You pull yourself over and run to the other end of the drawer. You get over the edge and fall to the rug on the floor.
You look around again. Kelly's room... you could have some fun here...
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