Not what you thought you would

The door slides open easily and light floods through the opening, you cover your eyes with a hand and stumble forward blindly. "H-hello" you call out, your eyes adjusting to the new light as your surroundings slowly reveal themselves, eventually the flares set aside and you manage to squint your way around the room.

Surprisingly enough as you look around you could swear you just walked right back into your old farm house on a beautiful summer day. Light spewed through the windows on the opposite side of the wall and before you can even ponder how exactly there's natural light in what's supposed to be hundreds of feet underground, your thoughts are quickly interrupted though as the succulent scent of pastry is even stronger. Your eyes wander around the kitchen until eventually they come to rest on the familiar, flaky goodness of a freshly baked cobbler. You practically float over as the visible steam carries the scent to your nose, conveniently there's already a clean fork set out for you and you eagerly pick it up, preparing to dig in while a small voice of reason at the back of your head continues to warn you just how strange this whole situation is this "well..... One little bite couldn't hurt" you mumble, raising your fork to the baked good.