I remember I was trying on an outfit. Finally, I looked in the mirror. The pants hit the floor and dragged at the middle and I stepped on them. They were a thin pink. I think there was a jacket top. It was a dark hot pink. Maybe, it was like the shirt reminded me of pastel stripes. I just had to walk dragging my pants partly off. The mirror was like the 1 in my room, 1 that stands up on a frame. I was like in a big warehouse of gray like filled with people, like with a Harry Potter feel.