I pull the key out of my pocket and push it into the air. 
"Ngaro!" I yell, a portal opens and I step in. I immediately recognize the place I'm standing. A nice field with soft-looking grass. The sky, blue with a tinge of purple. The air was warm, unlike the air in our dimension. A wind gusted past, slightly moving my hair. I started walking, the ground was dewy and wet. Making my boots slightly squeak. Birds were singing in all octaves, making the world seem more sweet, I guess. There were a few deer prancing around, chasing eachother, basically playing tag. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see an old woman, her face was a little wrinkly, the smile lines were most defined. 
"Well aren't you pretty?" She smiles.
"Thank you." I say.
"You remind me of myself." Her hand touched my hair. "Your hair is the same brown color, and a nice length, might wanna cut it though." 
"I like to grow out my hair, but I might cut it soon." She smiles again, looking deeply into my eyes.
"They say the eyes are the window to the soul, your's are very pretty, must be a stained glass window."
"That would make me have colorful tears." I respond. She adjusts the shawl thrown across her shoulders. 
"Do you want to come see my house, I can bake you some cookies." This lady was too nice. 
"No, I just ate." I force a small smile.
"Are you sure? You could use some meat on your bones."
"No, thank you ma'am." I say, taking a small step back.
"Okay, have a good time here dear, and do not give that key away!" I look at the key I was gripping in my hand. I smile and shove it in my pocket. 
"Bye." I say, turning around and walking away quickly. The beauty of the dimension continued until I got to a village. It was a pretty busy village, considering it's size. A few people bumped into me, using strained curse words to describe how much of a klutz I am. I smell bread, like not out of a plastic bag, that you smother in butter to make it taste edible, real bread. Like out of an oven. A smile instantly spreads across my face, like butter on inedible bread. I try to push my way through the crowd to check out this bread-y smell. I saw a stand, with a trail of steam going to the sky. I walk to it. It's an old guys stand, he had a portable oven next to his stand. He was shouting, his voice heavily coated in a Latino accent.
"You're not supposed to drop the bread you imbecile!" He was a bit tubby, packing a little weight in the stomach area. He was yelling at an employee, who obviously was flustered with all the work. 
"S-sorry sir!" I heard a feminine voice yell from under the stand. The man's face hardens.
"Stop calling me sir! It makes me sound like I'm one of those military creeps!" 
"Sorry Mr. Vasquez!" She stood up, I can see her properly, her hair was a honey golden, tied back into a tight bun, she was skinny and tall. She wore tight skinny jeans, they were like a second skin, with a tee shirt tucked into them. She had a red apron tied around her waist, it was red and white stripped. 
"Get back to work before I fire you." She started tirelessly working. I continue down the street, waving at loitering teenagers, who wave back happily, then go back to talking, probably gossiping about a fellow teenager. I would partake in these activities if I knew who they were talking about, and remained a teenager. Sadly I would've already graduated high school if I took it. I continue my journey down the loaded sidewalk. I look up at the sky, instead of being purple-blue, it's now being overtaken by rays of orange and pink. The sun was setting. I walk down the street a bit faster now, looking for a place to stay, and that's when a woman places her hand on my shoulder.
"You can stay with me." And next thing you know, I'm in her pajamas tucked into a hand-woven blanket on her couch. The woman had a few smaller children, all girls, who were obsessed with spinning my hair into braids and ponytails. I lay my head down on a surprisingly cool pillow, then I conked out, instantly.
I woke up to the feeling of small fingers roaming through my hair, gently brushing against my scalp. I slowly opened my eyes to see her oldest daughter, Maye, if I'm not mistaken, raking her hand through my hair.
"Good morning!" She says, smiling as she saw my eyes open.
"Morning." I croaked out, sitting up and stretching my arms, my stomach grumbled.
"Mom! We need food!" She yells, it echoes throughout the room. Her mother, the woman that offered me the place to stay, ran in, with a plate propped on her forearm, steam rising off of it. I felt my mouth water.
"I got it." She sat a plate of french toast sticks on the coffee table in front of me. Along with a small bowl of syrup. I smile at her and basically shovel the food into my mouth. You would think I haven't eaten in days. I glance up at Maye, who's looking at me with a disgusted look in her eyes. I used to get that look a lot. I wipe my face and stand up. 
"Thank you, ma'am, if I need another place to stay while wandering through town I'll know where to come." She smiles, and I look at Maye, who looks honestly terrified. 
"Get out off here..." She snarls. My eyebrows raise.
"Maye, be nice she's leaving." 
"I don't give a crud! She's disgraced my house!" My eyes widen.
"Maye, nice!" The woman snaps.
"Goodbye, jerk!" I nod and turn to her mom.
"Again, thanks." I smile.
"I'm so sorry." She apologizes, bowing her head.
"It's fine." I head for the door.
"Don't lose that key." The woman adds in a chilling clear tone. My hand presses onto my pocket, feeling the imprint of the key I smile. I walk outside and down the street. I swing my arms humming to a song that a guy with an acoustic guitar was singing. I continue snaking my way through the crowd when I suddenly stop, Because of two red eyes staring wide-eyed at me.