Cold Food

I hurried down to the kitchen again, and to my dismay the house had changed again. The staircase wound down two floors instead of one, chandeliers glittered where flowers once hung and there was a hint of a musty smell... wait, "Wet dog?"
Suddenly I found myself cannonballed by a standard purebred poodle. A wet, white, standard purebred poodle to be exact. And it's name was Lacy. The poodle was giving me love kisses all over my face, slobbering my silken clothes with its sloppy drool. I found to my dismay that I had once again changed my appearance and the location of where I had once stood. The chandeliers had risen higher than they had been but moments before, sunlight wafted in through the open terrance, adorned by centuries old Spanish moss. Roman busts stood against the walls, and at the center embedded into the wall was a carving of a man and a woman, with jars containing foul liquids lining the floor below. It was a rich man's home, and I was his wife.
"Wife!" A booming voice called out, "Where is that mutt?"
Lacy continued licking me until I fell back over onto the marble floor. I used the poodles massive weight to pull me back into a sitting position so I could observe the individuals that were entering the room. First came a maid, at least she looked like a maid, her hair was tied up in a long french braid, she had on a white dress with a red ribbon wrapped around her waist and there was an odd electronic box wrapped around her wrist. She had startling blue eyes, of which I only caught a glimpse of, she ducked quietly behind me and helped me back to my feet. I found that I had been wearing heels during the entire ordeal, no wonder I had fallen!
Quick as she had come the little maid had dissapeared, with Lacy I presumed as that dog was no where to be seen. The next person to enter was a small boy, no more than eight years old, and he was pushing a rather large armchair about the room. I leaned over to assist him over the small step that led into the next room, and he whispered "Miss must never help Valone, Miss would get into trouble again."
"What kind of trouble Valone?" I asked him, it couldn't be much worse than what I had already been through that day.
Valone stopped pushing the easy chair and looked at me. Tenderly he traced the side of my face from just under my right eye, down my cheek bone and ended at the right of my lip. "I don't want you to get hurt again, Miss." Then without another word he pushed the easy chair into the next room and dissapeared into the alcove.
I began to grow scared of what was on my face, was it a scar? A tattoo? Or a bruise? I felt my face, it didn't feel swollon, and the skin was smooth, possibly a tattoo? I looked around the room and the only piece that could give me a reflection was the window, so I walked toward it. The window turned out to not be a window at all, it was a mirror, and it was reflecting the window on the other side of the room, but it didn't reflect me at all, which I found curious. I tapped the reflection and found that there was no pane of glass! My hand had passed through the mirror entirely!
Much to my astonishement, I realized that it wasn't a mirror at all. It was infact, a window. Without any panes at all.  And there lying underneath the paneless pillow was the big old poodle, sleeping away, oblivious to my embarrasment.
"Wife!" The bodyless voice boomed again, "Where is that useless dog?"
Terrified, I cried out, "Under the window!"
"Oh." Said the voice, sounding closer now. "Where is my food?"
"I... I didn't make it yet."
"Oh." Said the voice again, now just beyond the far door to the room with the chandaliers.
The door creaked open, I must have the maids fix that, and suddenly stopped. Curiosity got the better of me, as it usually does and went to the door to see who was behind it.
Truly, I expected a giant, as a giant would fit through the gigantic door, but instead, a little man came through it, not much higher than my knee. And he was all dressed in blue.
"Wife!" He boomed, "Fetch me my food!"
Distraught, at being his wife, then being told to do things as a common maid, I dashed through the doorway that he had just come through and fell....