the department store Feel™
you walk in and your endurance immediately drops to 0%. the florescent lights turn your brain into soup. the signs are all written in ancient runes. good luck.
there are clothes, yes, lots of them, but where are the ones for you? you've forgotten what you're looking for and all of the sections feel like they're here for somebody else. her name is Sandra. Sandra is a picture of a shelf you once saw on Pinterest.
you get into the fitting room and the lights make you hyperaware of your own existence. the person in the mirror isn't quite You. their eyes move independent of your own but nobody would believe it. they also have every blemish that you've ever gotten since middle school.
the clothes don't fit. they aren't even the same items that were on the hangers. don't worry, they aren't made to be worn anyway. just put them back and keep browsing. did you find anything? did you find anything? did y
you are walking through the store but also can't seem to get out of the same two aisles. you have seen this bathing suit before. it has eight straps and none of them are designed to fit a human body. are your legs even moving anymore? doesn't matter. run your hand along the racks as you go, it soothes the things that sleep.
tired. very very tired. legs are sleepy. there is furniture. can you sit on it? there are no staff members around but every time you draw closer to the wicker chairs you can feel the shelves of plastic house plants glare at you. keep walking.
a sign says Kitchen Ware. the aisle is one (1) mixer and Something lives in it.
you haven't bought anything but you still leave having lost $80. don't look back. it didn't belong to you in the first place. did you come in with somebody?
when you walk out of the doors it is Night. you are Hungry. the sound of plastic bags renders you deaf and you cannot find your car. the parking lot smells like french fries. there are no restaurants.
