Rabbit Hole Day 2005
This was written for Rabbit Hole Day 2005. A few months ago, crisper had a dream in which LiveJournal and everyone on it went completely nuts for a day. The entire world had turned upside-down and inside-out and nobody was their normal self anymore. And it was such a good read, that I think it should happen for real.
January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore. I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics. Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?
Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.
This is what I wrote for that challenge. It's a strange peice involing myself, and my various HP muses.
Well! Today was surreal to say the least.
I was not, as I expected to be, woken up by my alarm, but by this strange, itching feeling on my chest. It quickly went from a mere itch to a sharpish burn. I yanked down the collar of my shirt and looked…there was a raw patch of skin smack dab in the middle of my collar bone and my favorite freckle.
My tattoo was gone!
Then I felt a soft fluttering breeze against my face, I looked up, and there was my butterfly! Somehow it had flapped its wings and managed to free itself from the confines of my skin! It was so beautiful! I sat up and reached for it, but it kept flittering out of my reach. I was determined to touch it, though…no, not touch it, for that would damage its wings. I wanted it to perch on my finger, to be a part of my body for one last moment before it flew away to freedom.
But first I had to catch it! This was going to be tricky.
I reached for my favorite sweater and shrugged it on, not bothering with the zipper. I swung my legs down to the floor, thinking I’d slide my feet into my slippers and be on my way only...my slippers weren’t there! And neither was the floor, for that matter!
What the…! Something strange was going on here. I found myself slip slippy sliding down a tube. It twisted and turned and I twisted and turned with it. After a while, I couldn’t figure out which way was up.
No sooner did I begin to panic, then my ride stopped. I tumbled out of the tube onto some sort of landing pad. This room was lit with a soft, peach light, and from where I sat I could see my butterfly tattoo, flying away.
Scrambling upright, I took after it, but no matter how fast I ran, the butterfly eluded me. I thought of the leathery patch of skin I had instead of my beautiful butterfly and wondered if I’d be stuck with it forever. Lost in this moment of thought, I did not realize that I had also lost track of my butterfly. When I finally paid attention to my surroundings I discovered myself in a rather strange place. A giant, green field with three hoops at either end. Stadium seating, far up in the air surrounded this field. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was on the…
“What are you doing out here! It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, you’re supposed to be sleeping in, my dear, not gallivanting about on the Quidditch pitch! And in bare feet, I might add.”
Poofy hair. British accent. Evidence of a manicure. It had to be…
“Ryan!” I exclaimed happily. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? More like what are YOU doing here my dearest. You can’t stand out here all day, you’ll ruin your pedicure.”
I was not given a chance to argue, as Ryan, who surprisingly did not complain about my chosen attire, grabbed my hand and dragged me into a castle.
“Hurry up! Hurry up! Don’t you know they don’t allow Canadians here?”
“They don’t?” I was confused. I thought Canadians were welcome everywhere..
“Of course they aren’t, silly,” Ryan said, as if he was reading my mind. “Not in this world they aren’t. Now hurry up. We’ll have to sneak you into the tower. We’ll borrow a set of robes from Lavender, they’ll be a bit snug,” he said pointedly, staring at my (slightly!) pudgy tummy, “but they’ll do the trick!”
I let myself be dragged along, and hid safely behind a statue, that much to my surprise, started to sing! Too afraid to venture out on my own (in case the Anti Canadian people showed up) I stayed put and tried not to laugh at what the statue was saying. Eventually Ryan returned and we managed make the robes fit. Ryan was right, it was a tight fit!
“Better lay off the butterbeers, darling, they go straight to your hips! Don’t worry, we’ll get you into something more comfortable once were safely in the Common Room.”
“The what?” I asked, still confused.
“The common room, silly! My goodness, you do ask the strangest questions.”
By then I’d followed Ryan through a portrait hole and into the strangest room ever. It was decorated almost entirely in shades of maroon, and was full of squashy, well worn looking furniture. Two boys appeared to be playing chess. Yes, it must be as one of them just said Checkmate…but wait a minute! The black night was moving on its own, and whoa! Whoa! It just totally smashed the white king.
I tugged on Ryan’s sleeve. “What is that game?” I asked quietly.
“It’s Wizards chess. Honestly,” he said, shaking his head, “Don’t you know anything?”
I decided to keep my mouth shut as apparently I didn’t know anything. And who wants to admit to that.
Ryan practically shoved me into a comfy arm chair by a window. It was isolated from everybody else, which Ryan said was just as well. He told me to sit tight and he’d track me down something to wear.
So I sat, and I waited and waited and waited.
Ryan never came back, which is a shame as I’m in desperate need of some fashion tips. Instead, I was joined by an intrepid young lad named…
“Colin! I’m Colin Creevey! Wow!!! You’re a Muggle, aren’t you!! Whoa!! Ryan wasn’t kidding when he said he had a Muggle here!! Never can tell with him, you know!! Sometimes he tells me stuff to get rid of me I think!!! But once he helped me tie a tie for a date!!!”
I was stunned. I could literally hear the exclamation marks fall out of this little boys mouth.
“I’m not a little boy!!! I’m just short. But I’ll grow, just you wait and see!! I’m going to be as tall as Jordan from the New Warlocks!! Maybe even as tall as my dad!! He’s a milkman, you know!!”
“Erm, that’s very nice, uh, Colin,” I told him, trying to sound as excited as he was. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just got to, uh, yeah. I’ll be right back.”
I stood up and began to edge away from Colin, who was now taking my picture with a giant, old fashioned camera. Blinded by the flash I stumbled over something and fell crashing into…
“Dean!” I exclaimed, looking up at the person who’d caught me. “Dean Thomas!”
“Yeh, that’s me. Come on, we’ve got to get you out of here. Ryan was crazy from bringing you into the castle. He should have hid you outside or something. It’s not safe here as Hermione’s due back from… Oh, Hermione! How are you!”
Suddenly Dean had me in a sort of headlock. His arm was around my shoulders, and his hand pressed my face into his neck.
“Oh, Lavender will be okay,” I heard him tell this Hermione girl, “Just had a bad time in Divinations. Seems her tea leaves told her that pink was no longer in fashion, she’s shattered. No, no, that’s okay Hermione, we’re just going to go for a walk, she’ll be okay.”
I managed to follow Dean, and once again found myself climbing through a hole in the wall. From behind a suit of armor, Dean picked up a soccer ball, and began kicking it down the hallway as we walked.
“You like to play soccer?” I asked him, attempting to make conversation.
“Football, you mean.”
“Er, yeah, you like play football?”
“I do!” He grinned, “Who’s your favorite team?”
“Man United!” I exclaimed, “It’s the family team. Once when I was little, I-”
“Man United?!” Dean snorted, “What a crap team. West Ham all the way. Listen, I’m supposed to meet Seamus for a scrimmage match. Will you be okay on your own?”
“Okay on my own?!” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know where we’re going!”
“Ravenclaw,” was the only answer I got. And I could tell by Dean’s tone of voice that I should have known the answer to that.
“Right, Ravenclaw…and how do I get there again?”
Dean sighed and patted me on the shoulder as you would a small child who is pestering you.
“Keep going straight. Hang a left at the statue of Nedric the Naughty, and DON’T stop and talk to him or he’ll keep you there all day, and after you pass about three staircases, you should be there. I’m sure that if you don’t show up on time, Mandy will come looking for you, so if you get lost, stay put!”
At that, Dean jogged off down the hallway, kicking his soccer ball and bouncing it off the walls along the way.
I took a good look around me. The walls were covered in old oil paintings, there were random statues every for or five feet, and between the statues was an occasional suit of armor. How was I to know which one was Nedric the Naughty. And there, right in front of me! A staircase, but it was moving!
How the hell was I supposed to count staircases if they were swinging away from me?
I spun around in a circle, trying to get my bearings, but it only served to confuse me more. I tapped my heals together three times and whispered, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like…”
“Like Ravenclaw, you mean,” I heard a firm, but polite voice say to me.
I looked up, and there standing before me was..
“Mandy Brocklehurst. You do know who I am, don’t you? Ryan said you were a bit, well, that doesn’t matter now, does it. What does matter is getting you out of here and I think I know how. Well, what are you waiting for? I do not have all day.”
Mandy strode purposely down the hallway and I struggled to keep up with her. It was a bit hard in my pajama pants, bare feet and Lavender’s too tight robes.
I wanted to ask where we were going, or if I could get some shoes but there wasn’t time. Mandy was practically running now, but I didn’t understand the rush.
“You are making me late,” she turned to look at me, “I am expecting a very important letter and the post is due to arrive in less then fifteen minutes. I would prefer being in the Great Hall when the post arrives to avoid any…embarrassment.”
I could see Mandy’s cheeks begin to pink up.
“You signed back up for the Gilderoy Lockhart fan club again, didn’t you!” I started to laugh. I knew she would, the second I turned my back on her.
“I did no such thing!” Mandy’s cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red.
“You did too! Oh man, what did you get for joining this time? Monogrammed handkerchief? Autographed poster? You can tell me, you know. I’ll find out eventually!”
Mandy glared at me, her eyes narrowing as she stared me down.
“How rude! I should just leave you here to be found out! I don’t know why I am helping you!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”
Mandy had started off down the hallway at a run. I never thought she could run that fast, but apparently all that football playing has paid off. It was hard to catch her, but eventually I did.
The first thing I did was apologize, and she was gracious enough to accept.
“If you must know, it was the autographed poster,” she told me under her breath, as we made our way out of the castle. “I got the monogrammed handkerchief last time, and a signed letter last month asking me if I’d reconsider joining. But please, don’t tell anybody!”
“My lips are sealed,” I promised.
“And to make up for all the trouble you’re causing me, perhaps you could arrange for me to have another Tango lesson? And how about getting a date for Millicent.”
“A date for Millicent? But she seems to be doing okay on her own.”
“With Percy, I mean. It’s very uncanon, but, just one date wouldn’t hurt, would it? Percent is love, you know.”
“But what about Theocent?” I asked, “Or Manicent for that matter! And you know full well that Colin would want in on all that action. When he develops hormones, of course.”
“Oh Kelly,” Mandy said, rolling her eyes like aGryffindor, “you have so much to learn. Now hurry it up, we’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
“Here.”
I looked about me. We were in an old, dusty room full of cobwebs, and furniture draped in sheets. In the far corner stood a tall mirror. It was the only uncovered item in the room.
“Isn’t that the Mirror of Erised?” I asked.
“No, it is not. Good guess, though. It’s the Looking Glass. Alice’s looking glass. Not sure why it’s here, but I found it while searching for an empty classroom once and did some research about it in the library. Did you know Duval has dedicated two novels to this mirrors very existence? I’m tempted to write him about it, you know.”
I stood in front of the mirror, in it, I could see my bedroom, just as I left it. In fact, there was a lump under the covers…the lump began to move and then roll over. I was staring at myself sleeping!
A fluttering at the side of my face caused me to look away from the mirror, and once again, there was my butterfly! I watched in amazement as it flew right into the mirror, and instead of bouncing off of it, melted right into it. The butterfly was now flitting around my bedroom.
I turned to Mandy, “Do I have to….”
She nodded wisely at me. “Yes, you do. And unless you want me to tell you exactly how and why I know this, you can go through anytime you want.”
I smiled at her, and thanked her for her help.
“Tell Dean and Ryan thank you for me!”
“I will!” she said waving.
I turned back to face the mirror, and put my hand up against it. The surface flickered for a moment, and I felt my hand sinking in to it. First my hand disappeared, then my wrist, my arm, and finally I had one shoulder through. I took a step, and then another, and soon my entire body was standing back in my bedroom.”
I spun around and the mirror was there, in the corner of my bedroom! Through it, I could see Mandy standing in the dusty room. She was still waving at me.
“Don’t forget the dance lessons!” she called out.
I waved again, and the mirror was gone. The butterfly wasn’t, though. I watched as it flew over to my sleeping body, and landed on my chest. Within seconds, it went from three dimensional to two, and was once more a part of my skin.
Beside my sleeping form, my cat Fred lay cuddled into the pillow. I could hear him
purring at me, luring me into bed.
I crawled into bed beside myself, and when I rolled over to get comfortable, rolled into myself, and suddenly, I was one again. Fred cuddled up against me, purring even louder. As I drifted back to sleep again, I swear I heard him whisper, “Welcome home…”
January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore. I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics. Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?
Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.
This is what I wrote for that challenge. It's a strange peice involing myself, and my various HP muses.
Well! Today was surreal to say the least.
I was not, as I expected to be, woken up by my alarm, but by this strange, itching feeling on my chest. It quickly went from a mere itch to a sharpish burn. I yanked down the collar of my shirt and looked…there was a raw patch of skin smack dab in the middle of my collar bone and my favorite freckle.
My tattoo was gone!
Then I felt a soft fluttering breeze against my face, I looked up, and there was my butterfly! Somehow it had flapped its wings and managed to free itself from the confines of my skin! It was so beautiful! I sat up and reached for it, but it kept flittering out of my reach. I was determined to touch it, though…no, not touch it, for that would damage its wings. I wanted it to perch on my finger, to be a part of my body for one last moment before it flew away to freedom.
But first I had to catch it! This was going to be tricky.
I reached for my favorite sweater and shrugged it on, not bothering with the zipper. I swung my legs down to the floor, thinking I’d slide my feet into my slippers and be on my way only...my slippers weren’t there! And neither was the floor, for that matter!
What the…! Something strange was going on here. I found myself slip slippy sliding down a tube. It twisted and turned and I twisted and turned with it. After a while, I couldn’t figure out which way was up.
No sooner did I begin to panic, then my ride stopped. I tumbled out of the tube onto some sort of landing pad. This room was lit with a soft, peach light, and from where I sat I could see my butterfly tattoo, flying away.
Scrambling upright, I took after it, but no matter how fast I ran, the butterfly eluded me. I thought of the leathery patch of skin I had instead of my beautiful butterfly and wondered if I’d be stuck with it forever. Lost in this moment of thought, I did not realize that I had also lost track of my butterfly. When I finally paid attention to my surroundings I discovered myself in a rather strange place. A giant, green field with three hoops at either end. Stadium seating, far up in the air surrounded this field. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was on the…
“What are you doing out here! It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, you’re supposed to be sleeping in, my dear, not gallivanting about on the Quidditch pitch! And in bare feet, I might add.”
Poofy hair. British accent. Evidence of a manicure. It had to be…
“Ryan!” I exclaimed happily. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? More like what are YOU doing here my dearest. You can’t stand out here all day, you’ll ruin your pedicure.”
I was not given a chance to argue, as Ryan, who surprisingly did not complain about my chosen attire, grabbed my hand and dragged me into a castle.
“Hurry up! Hurry up! Don’t you know they don’t allow Canadians here?”
“They don’t?” I was confused. I thought Canadians were welcome everywhere..
“Of course they aren’t, silly,” Ryan said, as if he was reading my mind. “Not in this world they aren’t. Now hurry up. We’ll have to sneak you into the tower. We’ll borrow a set of robes from Lavender, they’ll be a bit snug,” he said pointedly, staring at my (slightly!) pudgy tummy, “but they’ll do the trick!”
I let myself be dragged along, and hid safely behind a statue, that much to my surprise, started to sing! Too afraid to venture out on my own (in case the Anti Canadian people showed up) I stayed put and tried not to laugh at what the statue was saying. Eventually Ryan returned and we managed make the robes fit. Ryan was right, it was a tight fit!
“Better lay off the butterbeers, darling, they go straight to your hips! Don’t worry, we’ll get you into something more comfortable once were safely in the Common Room.”
“The what?” I asked, still confused.
“The common room, silly! My goodness, you do ask the strangest questions.”
By then I’d followed Ryan through a portrait hole and into the strangest room ever. It was decorated almost entirely in shades of maroon, and was full of squashy, well worn looking furniture. Two boys appeared to be playing chess. Yes, it must be as one of them just said Checkmate…but wait a minute! The black night was moving on its own, and whoa! Whoa! It just totally smashed the white king.
I tugged on Ryan’s sleeve. “What is that game?” I asked quietly.
“It’s Wizards chess. Honestly,” he said, shaking his head, “Don’t you know anything?”
I decided to keep my mouth shut as apparently I didn’t know anything. And who wants to admit to that.
Ryan practically shoved me into a comfy arm chair by a window. It was isolated from everybody else, which Ryan said was just as well. He told me to sit tight and he’d track me down something to wear.
So I sat, and I waited and waited and waited.
Ryan never came back, which is a shame as I’m in desperate need of some fashion tips. Instead, I was joined by an intrepid young lad named…
“Colin! I’m Colin Creevey! Wow!!! You’re a Muggle, aren’t you!! Whoa!! Ryan wasn’t kidding when he said he had a Muggle here!! Never can tell with him, you know!! Sometimes he tells me stuff to get rid of me I think!!! But once he helped me tie a tie for a date!!!”
I was stunned. I could literally hear the exclamation marks fall out of this little boys mouth.
“I’m not a little boy!!! I’m just short. But I’ll grow, just you wait and see!! I’m going to be as tall as Jordan from the New Warlocks!! Maybe even as tall as my dad!! He’s a milkman, you know!!”
“Erm, that’s very nice, uh, Colin,” I told him, trying to sound as excited as he was. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve just got to, uh, yeah. I’ll be right back.”
I stood up and began to edge away from Colin, who was now taking my picture with a giant, old fashioned camera. Blinded by the flash I stumbled over something and fell crashing into…
“Dean!” I exclaimed, looking up at the person who’d caught me. “Dean Thomas!”
“Yeh, that’s me. Come on, we’ve got to get you out of here. Ryan was crazy from bringing you into the castle. He should have hid you outside or something. It’s not safe here as Hermione’s due back from… Oh, Hermione! How are you!”
Suddenly Dean had me in a sort of headlock. His arm was around my shoulders, and his hand pressed my face into his neck.
“Oh, Lavender will be okay,” I heard him tell this Hermione girl, “Just had a bad time in Divinations. Seems her tea leaves told her that pink was no longer in fashion, she’s shattered. No, no, that’s okay Hermione, we’re just going to go for a walk, she’ll be okay.”
I managed to follow Dean, and once again found myself climbing through a hole in the wall. From behind a suit of armor, Dean picked up a soccer ball, and began kicking it down the hallway as we walked.
“You like to play soccer?” I asked him, attempting to make conversation.
“Football, you mean.”
“Er, yeah, you like play football?”
“I do!” He grinned, “Who’s your favorite team?”
“Man United!” I exclaimed, “It’s the family team. Once when I was little, I-”
“Man United?!” Dean snorted, “What a crap team. West Ham all the way. Listen, I’m supposed to meet Seamus for a scrimmage match. Will you be okay on your own?”
“Okay on my own?!” I asked incredulously. “I don’t even know where we’re going!”
“Ravenclaw,” was the only answer I got. And I could tell by Dean’s tone of voice that I should have known the answer to that.
“Right, Ravenclaw…and how do I get there again?”
Dean sighed and patted me on the shoulder as you would a small child who is pestering you.
“Keep going straight. Hang a left at the statue of Nedric the Naughty, and DON’T stop and talk to him or he’ll keep you there all day, and after you pass about three staircases, you should be there. I’m sure that if you don’t show up on time, Mandy will come looking for you, so if you get lost, stay put!”
At that, Dean jogged off down the hallway, kicking his soccer ball and bouncing it off the walls along the way.
I took a good look around me. The walls were covered in old oil paintings, there were random statues every for or five feet, and between the statues was an occasional suit of armor. How was I to know which one was Nedric the Naughty. And there, right in front of me! A staircase, but it was moving!
How the hell was I supposed to count staircases if they were swinging away from me?
I spun around in a circle, trying to get my bearings, but it only served to confuse me more. I tapped my heals together three times and whispered, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like…”
“Like Ravenclaw, you mean,” I heard a firm, but polite voice say to me.
I looked up, and there standing before me was..
“Mandy Brocklehurst. You do know who I am, don’t you? Ryan said you were a bit, well, that doesn’t matter now, does it. What does matter is getting you out of here and I think I know how. Well, what are you waiting for? I do not have all day.”
Mandy strode purposely down the hallway and I struggled to keep up with her. It was a bit hard in my pajama pants, bare feet and Lavender’s too tight robes.
I wanted to ask where we were going, or if I could get some shoes but there wasn’t time. Mandy was practically running now, but I didn’t understand the rush.
“You are making me late,” she turned to look at me, “I am expecting a very important letter and the post is due to arrive in less then fifteen minutes. I would prefer being in the Great Hall when the post arrives to avoid any…embarrassment.”
I could see Mandy’s cheeks begin to pink up.
“You signed back up for the Gilderoy Lockhart fan club again, didn’t you!” I started to laugh. I knew she would, the second I turned my back on her.
“I did no such thing!” Mandy’s cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red.
“You did too! Oh man, what did you get for joining this time? Monogrammed handkerchief? Autographed poster? You can tell me, you know. I’ll find out eventually!”
Mandy glared at me, her eyes narrowing as she stared me down.
“How rude! I should just leave you here to be found out! I don’t know why I am helping you!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”
Mandy had started off down the hallway at a run. I never thought she could run that fast, but apparently all that football playing has paid off. It was hard to catch her, but eventually I did.
The first thing I did was apologize, and she was gracious enough to accept.
“If you must know, it was the autographed poster,” she told me under her breath, as we made our way out of the castle. “I got the monogrammed handkerchief last time, and a signed letter last month asking me if I’d reconsider joining. But please, don’t tell anybody!”
“My lips are sealed,” I promised.
“And to make up for all the trouble you’re causing me, perhaps you could arrange for me to have another Tango lesson? And how about getting a date for Millicent.”
“A date for Millicent? But she seems to be doing okay on her own.”
“With Percy, I mean. It’s very uncanon, but, just one date wouldn’t hurt, would it? Percent is love, you know.”
“But what about Theocent?” I asked, “Or Manicent for that matter! And you know full well that Colin would want in on all that action. When he develops hormones, of course.”
“Oh Kelly,” Mandy said, rolling her eyes like aGryffindor, “you have so much to learn. Now hurry it up, we’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
“Here.”
I looked about me. We were in an old, dusty room full of cobwebs, and furniture draped in sheets. In the far corner stood a tall mirror. It was the only uncovered item in the room.
“Isn’t that the Mirror of Erised?” I asked.
“No, it is not. Good guess, though. It’s the Looking Glass. Alice’s looking glass. Not sure why it’s here, but I found it while searching for an empty classroom once and did some research about it in the library. Did you know Duval has dedicated two novels to this mirrors very existence? I’m tempted to write him about it, you know.”
I stood in front of the mirror, in it, I could see my bedroom, just as I left it. In fact, there was a lump under the covers…the lump began to move and then roll over. I was staring at myself sleeping!
A fluttering at the side of my face caused me to look away from the mirror, and once again, there was my butterfly! I watched in amazement as it flew right into the mirror, and instead of bouncing off of it, melted right into it. The butterfly was now flitting around my bedroom.
I turned to Mandy, “Do I have to….”
She nodded wisely at me. “Yes, you do. And unless you want me to tell you exactly how and why I know this, you can go through anytime you want.”
I smiled at her, and thanked her for her help.
“Tell Dean and Ryan thank you for me!”
“I will!” she said waving.
I turned back to face the mirror, and put my hand up against it. The surface flickered for a moment, and I felt my hand sinking in to it. First my hand disappeared, then my wrist, my arm, and finally I had one shoulder through. I took a step, and then another, and soon my entire body was standing back in my bedroom.”
I spun around and the mirror was there, in the corner of my bedroom! Through it, I could see Mandy standing in the dusty room. She was still waving at me.
“Don’t forget the dance lessons!” she called out.
I waved again, and the mirror was gone. The butterfly wasn’t, though. I watched as it flew over to my sleeping body, and landed on my chest. Within seconds, it went from three dimensional to two, and was once more a part of my skin.
Beside my sleeping form, my cat Fred lay cuddled into the pillow. I could hear him
purring at me, luring me into bed.
I crawled into bed beside myself, and when I rolled over to get comfortable, rolled into myself, and suddenly, I was one again. Fred cuddled up against me, purring even louder. As I drifted back to sleep again, I swear I heard him whisper, “Welcome home…”