Send me “Mun play” and I will play as myself for a thread with your muse.
One moment the young woman is sniffling in her room and the next, she’s somewhere completely different. It wasn’t too fun, really, as she was suddenly a lot colder. She definitely wasn’t in California any more. She looked around for help, shifting from one bare foot to the other. She was in nothing but pjs and a sweater that was probably not thick enough for the time of year.
Giving up her search, she headed for the closest house, making sure her brown hair was still in its pony tail, the slightly pudgy young woman knocked on the door and waited. Hopefully, whoever was there wouldn’t be unhappy to be woken up so late at night. Or was it early? She wasn’t too sure.