The bright lamp in the sky blinds you as you flip the cellar doors open, staining your retinas with an oblong shape. Without looking around very well, your footwork directs you to and from the side of the pool, forcing you almost inside of the empty thing a few times. But, despite your two left feet, you’re able to direct yourself to the front of what looks to be the shed. That was not without kicking over a full paint bucket, spilling onto the overgrown pot. You tried to identify what happened specifically, but all you could see was the strangely reflective grey paint covering whatever was in the pot and some of the other foliage behind it.

Pulling the door to the shed open, promising to yourself that you’ll clean the mess up later, you waddle into the room, re-adjusting to the darker light of the dimly-lit interior. Rubbing your eyes a little, the strange stains in your vision fade slightly, still leaving a coffee stain like patch in the middle of your vision.

The shed had pretty much everything a shed would need, a grill, a tricycle, a pool pump and, most importantly, a workshop table, complete with an inconspicuously red toolbox, rusted a bit from being sat underneath a small trickling leak in the pool’s plumbing. As you flick the lid open, you see that, in place of any tools or gadgets, a taco was inside. Meat, cheese, lettuce - all of it was fresh. Well, fresh enough for being in a toolbox for who knows how long. Decidedly, it was the least interesting thing, but it was the most odd thing in the shed. Closing the toolbox, you study the pool pump. There was still some water in it, but not filled to the top. With that amount of water, you could only get maybe half an inch of water in the pool; Only if you were being generous with the portion. There was a hatch to add water directly to the pump, a few buttons here and there to control the pressure, and a small heating function that was just an on/off switch. It definitely wasn’t the fanciest of machines, which was made kind of obvious by its musk of chlorine.

You would spend time looking at each and every gizmo in the shed, but it would be long past lunchtime if you did so. And, by then, you would’ve starved to death. You pry the door to the shed open anew, and make your way back inside using the sliding glass doors on the back of the house.