The chill passes again and you look in the room again. Your suspicions about the room were correct, it was changing. The walls were now a brighter, more obvious pink, still creamy, but was still obviously pink. The bed was suddenly much softer, made out of a more silky material than cotton. The room was barren when you first came in, but now there was a few bottles of nail polish around and you found dolls under the bed. You swear the room was getting a little bigger, the window was a little taller.
You try to leave again, but the door and window are locked tight. You decide to rest and you fall into an uneasy sleep.