You go upstairs and turn left, you hope it's mom's
room, as you head in. What's that scent? You think to yourself. It smells
like violets, roses, and daises, nestled by a far away pond. It definitely
smells like mom's room. It's coming from over to the right, so you go see
what it is. All of the sudden you feel yourself gagging from an open perfume
bottle. After that experience you flutter over to the closet. You
find what you were looking for. Yarn! You can't decide whether to go back
downstairs or go down the hallway.
You
decide to go downstairs.
or
You
decide to go down the hallway.