Helen, this was one of the first threads I found at the Cafe, that made me love this place, thanks for reviving it. I will have to add another...

"I have to go home now. I really hate to leave the party, but I need to go."
"You can't go, I haven't showed you my latest painting yet," he told her. "Come with me."
She followed him through a long corridor and entered a large white room with one painting hung on the wall. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was a painting of herself, looking at a painting in a large white room. The painting in the picture, was her looking at a painting in a large white room.
She turned to leave, but couldn't find a door.

Peace. Rustic