[color=8882be]It felt like her body was rippling, just like the lake by her home did with a light breeze. But in her body? That didn't feel right. Sirpa did not like that. 

The lights were harsh and bright. Sirpa shielded her eyes with her arm. It was dizzying. The ground beneath her was unstable. The sounds, the smells, all of it was too much. She felt like she was hungover in the middle of Walmart at an ungodly hour of the night.

After a few moments, her inability to control the situation angered her. She gritted her teeth, willing the swirling feeling to stop. If anything, it felt that the room got brighter and all the sounds more confusing. It began to feel stuffy. As soon as she began to feel like she'd have to labor to breathe, everything calmly came to a stop.

She hadn't realized she'd moved. She sensed a figure in front of her. Sirpa removed her arm from her eyes and looked up. The being was 3-4 times her size, but it did not frighten her. She noticed seconds later that it had spoken to her. Sirpa hesitantly looked around the space. It was a room. There were sofas and chairs near tables, similar to a small business coffee shop. Sirpa thought that it should have felt welcoming, and in some ways it was. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she was unsafe here. She suddenly became aware of her posture: hunched with her arms wrapped around herself. Sirpa avoided eye contact with the being and eyed an armchair near a fireplace. It had a round pillow in the seat. It was pleated and green. Sirpa warily glanced at the being before walking toward the armchair and sitting down. She held the pillow in her lap and pulled her legs up onto the chair, leaning away from the being as she sat. She still felt a bit woozy from her arrival. For a second, it seemed to be a familiar feeling. But this location? Not so much. Sirpa held the pillow closer to her body, making herself smaller in the seat.[/color]