You manage to keep your paws away from your unyielding loins for another minute and turn your attention to the trailing scents crawling out from under your bed and sniffing. You feel a ting of quaking arousal hit your loins as you drink in the rodent's scent, but amazingly you feel more mentally fortified to suppress indulging your lust and make a decision to follow the trail heading to the closet, the smell seemingly its most potent from there.
Walking on all fours becomes a slight challenge again having your humanoid figure back, though your mousey hindpaws and lengthened torso help keep you balanced enough as your scamper across the floor. You switch to standing on said hindpaws; however, once you reach an open gap in your closet's bi-folded doors. Do you remember leaving this open even partly? You gather the courage to carefully stick your head through and scan the insides surroundings finding little more than your hanging dresses and jackets and a few shoes and boxes littering the floor. You finally chance slipping through no longer wanting to wait for this mystery to be solved on its own.
It's a bit difficult to see past the other end of the closet floor as the dim light shine through the crack only last as far back to where you came, though you start to make heads or tails a bit of the terrain as you put your exploring sniffer and whiskers to good use. Thankfully; it's not something you have to completely rely on as your anthropomorphic form seems to repair your vision a bit, mice unfortunately not as great in seeing. As you feel your way towards the end of the path smacking against the wall with a thud, rubbing your sore snout, fiery light suddenly erupts next to you. You jump and squeal both mousey and girlishly stumbling backward and falling on your rump and tail. You groan pulling your tail out from under your furry rear freezing up in fright as you hear metal tumble and squeal. You realize the light upon the walls, torchlights apparently, reveal a wooden door with a see-through glass fixture above the center...and it starts to swing slowly open.
Panic crawls up your spine as you realize you didn't quite plan out what you would do next when you finally confront the rodent you have been sniffing...or whatever else might be bizarrely living in the wall of your closet space. How long has that been there? You search around your dim surroundings better visible from the orange glow of the torchlights seeing a few boxes you could quickly rush to and hide. Maybe it was best to get an advantage on the situation and view from afar the culprit that has been making your night quite fantastical (whether you feel it is for better or worse). Or maybe you can summon up a bit more courage to stay put and face your mystery guest face to face, get it over with and hope to put an end to this guessing game.
The door continues to creak open, claw tipped fingers curling around the wooden frame...