"KIDS! Breakfast is READY!" You hear the voice of your mom calling from downstairs in the kitchen. Alice hears this too and abruptly drops you and the doll onto the fake kitchen floor as she gets up. You feel the ground shake and hear the sounds of the doll house walls closing and the latch being locked, followed by the thumping of your kid sister's feet as they exit her bedroom.
"Well, that's a relief... Now I'm just talking to myself." You put your hands on the ground and lift yourself up. No longer carrying this charade with Alice being gone. Looking around the house, you get light coming in through the windows. The kitchen has white floors and pink walls, just like everything else in this house. You know it is the kitchen though because there is a table, refrigerator, counter with a sink below the window and an oven with the microwave above it. You go over to the refrigerator but then see that it does not open. The microwave and oven also don't open because they're all fake. "Great, there's nothing to eat. Might as well see what else is here." You look down at the Barbie doll laying on the ground. "Good conversation." You say facetiously, walking across the center of the house, you see the front door to your right and the stairs in the hallway to your left. Walking past them you enter the living room. It's just a square space with a couch facing a black square chunk of plastic in the shape of a TV. "Wow, I guess we couldn't afford a flat screen." You walk around, looking at the fake plant in the corner of the room, then return to the hallway.
You've explored the first floor, now onto the second floor. Climbing up the stairs, you feel the plastic steps beneath you sink since they weren't made for actual weight. You get up and see to your left is a bedroom and to your right is a bathroom. Going to the bedroom you see a bed in the center with a dresser and nightstand against the wall. "Geronimo. Oh, Awe." You jump up on the bed but it's hard plastic. You land horribly on your back and roll off, landing onto the floor. "Stupid, why did I do that." You get up and kick the bed. "Awe, I gotta stop doing that." You walk off the pain in your foot towards the dresser and nightstand. There is a mirror on the nightstand but it's a reflective sticker so your reflection looks like it is coming off of a fun house mirror. You see a closet next to it and it has Barbie dresses in it. You head out of the room and go into the bathroom. The color is all white with a bathtub on one side and a fake sink and mirror with a toilet next to it. "Great, no indoor plumbing... Well, I'm bored." With that declaration you walk back down the stairs and head over to the front door. You reach for the handle but there is none. "Where's the doorknob?" You try pushing the door but it won't budge, it only opens up the other way. "Where the hell is the doorknob!" You try to open up the door but no use. You then go to the windows but they look too narrow. The one in the kitchen is too difficult to get out of with the sink in front of it, so you go over to the living room. "Come on, I can't be stuck in here." You say to yourself as you try to get out. It would have been no problem when you were smaller, but now at the size of a Barbie doll, it's a bit more difficult. You manage to get your head and shoulder out. Just then you think you hear something coming towards Alice's bedroom door.
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