By the time I had reached the Godzilla sized front door, I had come to the decision that it was better to just accept that what I was experienceing was real rather than trying to fight my sences. The gap under the door was just big enough for me to crawl under it. Once inside I was relieved to find no one there. Either I was here early or the place was closed today.
The place was an office. That much I could tell. There must be a living quarters up above judging from the stair way. I was tempted to climb up the stairs and look around up there but realized it would take forever just to get up a single step.
The plywood floor of the office was rough showing the grains of the wood to be like trenches to me. There was a rug on the floor, a desk at the very back, a safe and a file cabinet. The rug looked like a vast purple football field spreading out in all directions. I stared up at the ceiling hundreds of feet above me. How big were the people who worked there? I was completely awestruck by the sheer magnitude of everything.
Just to be safe I decided to find somewhere to hide in case someone did show up. I didn't want to be squished underfoot.
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