Is this place real?

Getting your legs out of the knot they were tied in, you whimper at the idea of having to walk, but there isn't much choice. You manage to hobble over to the front door, leaking with almost every step. Glancing down at your jeans once you come outside, you see that there's already a wet spot, but it's only minor so far.

That is until you, focused on making it, fail to realise there's a step leading to the door. Your foot feels out of place for a second as it stands on the air, but soon enough it is down on the ground - yet the damage has been done. The wet spot grows rapidly, but your attention is focused elsewhere again - your mother is watching you as you stand there.