Choosing to stick with something you can at least decipher, you follow your instincts again and head left, down the path labeled FELINE.
The candles begin to get farther and farther apart, and your feet are really starting to ache. Deciding to sit down for a minute to rest, you let yourself slide down the wall - you feel like you've been in this funhouse forever, yet you haven't seen another soul! Rubbing your short hands over your thighs, you wonder if you have lost weight recently - they feel thinner than you remember. You can feel the nap of fuzz too, and make another mental note to shave your legs the next time you shower.
A crick in your neck has you tilting your head back, and you find yourself slumping against the wall awkwardly as a yarn cracks your jaw. Suddenly exhausted, you decided to lay on your side for a second, just to catch a quick nap... no one is coming through the ark anyway… and your head feels sooo heavy…