“Woah!” Jen marveled at Kelly’s door, “It’s like looking at a skyscraper.”
“Check out the carpet,” Kelly noted as her entire foot sunk into the ground with each step on the carpet, “I feel like I’m walking on soft, wet sand.”
“Come on, come on!” Denise whined as she pointed to Megan’s door.
“What are you?” Jen chuckled. “Eager to be played with?”
“Totally,” Denise responded, being too excited to notice her friend’s sarcasm.
“You do realize Megan’s at school, right?” Kelly inquired.
“Duh,” Denise replied. “But I want to see all the toys and stuff.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Jen noted.
“Well, what do you expect?” Denise demanded. “You know how much I loved to watch those Toy Story movies when I was younger. Now, come on!”
The three friends resumed their journey, with Denise eagerly leading the way. “What do you want to bet,” Jen whispered to Kelly, “That younger means last week?”
“Or even last night?” Kelly silently replied.
“Wow!” Denise noted that the trio stood in front of Megan’s door after their five-minute walk from Kelly’s room, which was less than five feet away. The second-grader’s door, too, resembled a skyscraper to the shrunken trio. Still, unlike Kelly’s blank entryway, Megan’s door was decorated with a large sign at the top that read ‘Princess Megan’ and hundreds of stickers.
“It is kind of cool,” Jen admitted, “That sign looks like a widow washer’s platform from down here.”
“And check out all of the stickers,” Kelly noted. “I feel like I’m looking at a photography studio, but the owner has ADHD.”
“Come here,” Denise waved as she examined a peeling scratch and sniff sticker of a watermelon, “You can still smell it.”
The other two teens joined their friend and took a big whiff of air. “Wow,” Jen smiled, “She’s right.”
“Like it was just made yesterday,” Kelly agreed. “No wonder Pinky’s always licking Megan’s door.”
“Come on,” Denise exclaimed as she pointed to the cracked door, “I can’t wait!” Megan’s sanctum of little girlhood was in its usual disorganization with discarded clothes and various aged stains on the carpet. “Oh my God!” Denise gushed, “It’s just like Andy’s room!”
“Okay,” Kelly took charge. “First of all, calm down before we have to call you Betsy Wetsy,” The teen joked. “Second, Andy kept his room clean,” She added as the girls navigated around a discarded sock.
“Sorry,” Denise apologized with a blush.
“What is this?” Jen asked as she gestured to a red stain with a hint of glitter, “Splatter from an old art project?”
“No,” Kelly answered, “I think that’s nail polish.”
“Remind me to hide my make-up the next time my cousin visits,” Jen chuckled. “So, what do we do now? Wait for your sister to come home?”
“Maybe we should get some doll clothes first and stash our own first,” Kelly reasoned. “I don’t want my new jeans mixed in a shoe box with Barbie’s gown.”
“Are you kidding?” Denise demanded as she looked around the room, “There’s so much I want to do! Dig in the toy box, look in the dollhouse, snuggle with the stuffed animals, have a tea party, and look under the bed.”
“Enjoying this way too much,” Jen repeated.
“But maybe she’s right,” Kelly replied, “We might as well make the most of our adventure.”