The Excellent Emporium

In the room of food, I could smell soup,steak and steaming hot potatoes

Infesting the air.

In the room of trees, I lived in a 256 story building that had been carved.

Out of an old oak tree

In the room of glass, I traversed slowly against the fragile terrain.

In the room of insects, I soared through the air on a rosy red ladybug whilst I watched ants put on a show by swiftly moving to create shapes and figures.

In the room of erasers, I sprinted as my world disappeared before my eyes.

In the room of maps, globes danced around me like spinning ballerinas.