She pulled into the parking spot and sent me inside the store to buy some condoms. I could not believe my luck on this full-moon night.
I looked back at her to make sure she was real.
As I passed through the doorway, I felt a sudden wave of nausea overcome me. Perhaps I was much more excited than I thought.
Quickly, I walked beyond the register, looking up at the signs above each aisle. I recall being a bit surprised by how big the store was.
It looked so tiny from the outside. The more I walked towards the back of the building, the farther it seems to be.
Was it my imagination, or was the building growing larger?
I turned to look back at the doorway.
I couldn’t see it anymore.
A sense of panic rushed through me as I stood still, trying to think what I should do now.
“Hello?” I called.
Frightened, I began jogging towards where the doors should have been. I could not see them, nor could I find the register.
Lost, I turned to my right along an aisle that ran lengthwise of the building. Then I saw it, a door with an adhesive sign across it, reading: “Door armed.”
As I reached out to push it open, a hand grabbed onto my right forearm. I struggled to pull myself free and open the door.
I pushed on the handle with my left hand, and the door swung open.
An alarm blared overhead as I ripped myself from whatever had a hold of me.
Beyond the door frame was darkness, and yet I still stepped out into it. The door slammed behind me, and I discovered I had entered an endless parking lot made of gray asphalt and white stripes.
Sex that night was out of the question. It would take me longer to understand how effed I was in the long run.