Steampunk paradise

Where in the world am i?

Going through, whatever you want to call what that just was, a portal if you will. It was as if you were caught in a tsunami on a round a 'bout.

Now it feels as though I've been thrown into limbo or stuck between worlds of what is logically possible and what is not, because here I stand in new attire. I've traded my black skinny jeans, casual top, high-tops and leather jacket for a thickly layered dress longer at the back and shorter at the front, made of elegant fabric: a white almost cream coloured blouse with slightly puffy shoulders, a black waist coat and a medium brown shaded small corset which was from the breast down to the hips. I couldn’t help but notice the accessories also, which looked like pieces of machinery or clockwork. Then I was wearing a bowler hat that was made of pitch black velvet that looked like the clearest and darkest of night skies, with groovy looking goggles on and a big male pheasant feather intertwined with other decorations. Then there was the boots! I couldn't help but stare at the in awe, the thing Is I love boots because they make me seem taller than I am and they were a greenish brown tweed style almost like the corset, brown leather for a shoe and a metallic heel, I couldn't help but think "This outfit isn't of my generation, yet it’s to die for!"

I looked around the room I was in it looked as if it were someone's office or a study, I decided to look round there was an 'L' shaped couch customised of leather that looked worn away but was perfectly new. The floor boards were sort of two tone between cream and light brown wooden with a pattern that looked like big diamonds overlapping each other. Then there was a desk and book shelves that looked like metal suitcases. The chandelier and desk lamp were the same design but the chandelier was way bigger it looked like an atom ball with the electrons circling the contents of its centre. There was what looked like a map of a city hanging above the desk, plans or business related documents overflowing on the desk yet it still looked tidy I was just about to have a sneak peak at what type of business it was when I heard someone about to unlock the office, I suddenly started to panic so I automatically made a B- line for behind the couch because that was the only thing in there that would hide me but as I ran some sheets fell onto the floor I couldn’t help but swear under my breathe and just as the door started to open I managed to slide behind the couch and catch my breathe. I could hear the strain in the persons voice "Why do these disappearances keep occurring, it makes absolute no sen--" he stopped mid-sentence and my heart came to a sudden stand still. "Why are these plans on the floor?" There was a pause and I could hear the person's footsteps coming my way, what could I do? I was frozen in that position behind the couch unable to hide any longer, I dread to think what this man will do if he finds a girl not from this time in history or world, where ever I am, snooping through his things?...........