False Memories

Loving my red dress, yet I have no idea how I got into it. I have to bend my head all the way back to check out my own ass, since there are no mirrors around here. I’m chubbier than I’d like to be, but I’m lighter than all these weird shapes laying out here. Certainly, the presence of that creepy floating beggar does not make me any more comfortable. Oh well, I should be careful not to fall over on those pointy objects.