You check the time. It’s 1pm
Don’t take a cart from outside. They won’t like it. They’re meant to be left outside. Leave them alone
You go in. The lines stretch for miles. You can’t see the end
That’s okay, they’ll be shorter when you leave
You need a lamp. They’re downstairs. Through the turnstile
There are dishes. Stairs leading to nowhere
Don’t follow them. You might not come back
Follow the arrows. Don’t get lost, you won’t come out
You check the time. It’s 1pm
There are pillows. Metal bins filled with pillows. There is no bottom. There are always pillows
Why are there rugs with pillows? Don’t ask outloud. They won’t answer you. You will anger them
There’s a worker. Don’t look too long. She isn’t human.
Don’t ask them questions, they won’t answer. They can’t, it stole their voices
Don’t look at the people. They aren’t people
They’ve been here too long. The store has consumed them
You check the time. it’s 1pm
You need a lamp. There are light bulbs. Where are the lamps
There’s a lamp. Only one. It shouldn’t be there. You take it
Something heavy is in your pocket. It’s a watch. It put it there. You check the watch. It’s 1pm
Follow the arrows. They’ll take you out. Don’t get lost
There are stairs. There is no exit. People are waiting to checkout. They never will. The checkout doesn’t exist
You’re upstairs. You check a clock. It’s 1pm
There are windows. It’s black outside. The sun doesn’t exist here. You aren’t where you think
Follow the arrows. Don’t get lost
It’s 1pm. It’s been 1pm for the past year. Your friends are worried. They don’t come for you. They’re too afraid
Follow the arrows. Don’t get lost
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