answer.

As the wall paper slowly peeled in the direction of the ceiling and the floorboards flew upward at the very touch of my footsteps, I fled. My world was being dismantled. I had to get out before I was torn apart myself. Fragments flew across my line of sight into oblivion. Maybe, I thought, Maybe if i followed I'd find the source of this chaos. I walked slowly, careful of where I stepped, along an endless plane of white. Nothing here, nothing there. As if guided by an internal compass I swiftly turned around and found myself standing in front of a mirror. I had found my answer.