There is a place it’s different for each of us, where your monsters lie.. Mines and endless hotel and the doors are red with baby blue wallpaper lining the hallways. My philosophical question and answers produce a key, and I am greeted by a mirror, no reflection, my hair raises a tumble begins, and a ripple across the surface revealing the monster I face inside, then I go to wonderland but… Idk how to explain it, just when it’s over the pen hit the floor and woke me up, ink is in the page.