Chickens, everywhere. In some spaces, just one. In others, a thousand. Everywhere I turn, chickens. I’ve opened every door I can find, only to find more chickens.
Then I spot it, standing in the center of the square, surrounded by fowl. A phone booth.
I work my way through the crowd to its door, and sneak inside.
Amazingly, no chicken follows.
When I peek outside, I see the birds slowly backing away.
Then the flash of light.
They back away faster. I open the door, and get a glimpse of my reflection as the glass moves. Suddenly I’m dressed all in white, carrying a cane, and sporting a white goatee. No wonder the chickens are backing away.
As they move aside, I see some hope of escape without a chicken in tow.
I make my way onwards, and through the next door. Into a room full of teddy bears. Big bears. Small bears. Fluffy bears. Buff bears. Toothy bears.
Suddenly, I’m envious of the chickens.
But no matter. I’m almost through, so I calmly walk through and out the final door.
My eyes pop open on a ballroom, filled with couples moving through a waltz with the sort of precision you only ever see in a cinema. The waltz continued as I watched the room. Then I saw her on the far side of the room.
I strode out across the dance floor, avoiding tripping the dancers by sheer luck as much as anything. It didn’t take that long, and soon I was sneaking up on the window. Expecting a reaction of some kind, I snuck up to it, seized it my the sash, and hoisted it into the air.
The night air was a refreshing change from the stuffiness of the closet. Tempting too, with room to really stretch my wings. So out I went, changing form as I passed through the wall. That final transformation left me free to fly and leave this place behind.