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Curiouser and curiouser
Jan. 15th, 2015 10:31 pmShe'd bought the potion yesterday; it'd been in the back of her mind, that she should stop into the new business in town, because why shouldn't she? It made sense, just to be neighborly, and when she'd gotten there - she didn't really know why she bought it - maybe to be a rebel, the way that she bought a lottery ticket every now and again.
There's no way this could be real. That's what she'd thought, even as she'd drunk it last night, and then Raleigh'd gone to sleep without so much as a care.
In the morning, though... her cellphone alarm beeped and she scrubbed a hand over her face, before covering her head with a pillow. She didn't want to get up, and god, she wished that right there, on the night table, that she'd could just have her coffee magically appear because it was cold. It was cold. That was the thing she missed the most about Tennessee, about Boston, that it was so freaking cold, and she felt like she was always cold. And her coffee - she knew already what it would look like, her favorite mug, with cream and sugar, steaming because it was -6 degrees and she doesn't want to get up--
She smelled coffee.
Blinking, Raleigh raised her head, and--
Well that's how her morning went. It got stranger after that. The baby's nursery now contained a basket of toys from Raleigh's own childhood, as well as the walls being painted a cheerful green and covered with safari animals. Joel and Spencer were still asleep - she still got up at 4:30AM so she could get to the bakery on time, and... well.
Her bakery unintentionally sold out before ten - she doesn't realised she'd caused that, too, with her own worries and particularly vivid picturing of empty shelves, but the coffee machine broke the way she'd been afraid it would and her cashier called out sick... the way she'd thought she would when the coffee machine broke, and so now? Now she's standing out on the sidewalk, staring into her cup of coffee in the the storybook-falling-snow, because she's starting to realise what's maybe going on, and she's having a really, really hard time not... thinking.
There's no way this could be real. That's what she'd thought, even as she'd drunk it last night, and then Raleigh'd gone to sleep without so much as a care.
In the morning, though... her cellphone alarm beeped and she scrubbed a hand over her face, before covering her head with a pillow. She didn't want to get up, and god, she wished that right there, on the night table, that she'd could just have her coffee magically appear because it was cold. It was cold. That was the thing she missed the most about Tennessee, about Boston, that it was so freaking cold, and she felt like she was always cold. And her coffee - she knew already what it would look like, her favorite mug, with cream and sugar, steaming because it was -6 degrees and she doesn't want to get up--
She smelled coffee.
Blinking, Raleigh raised her head, and--
Well that's how her morning went. It got stranger after that. The baby's nursery now contained a basket of toys from Raleigh's own childhood, as well as the walls being painted a cheerful green and covered with safari animals. Joel and Spencer were still asleep - she still got up at 4:30AM so she could get to the bakery on time, and... well.
Her bakery unintentionally sold out before ten - she doesn't realised she'd caused that, too, with her own worries and particularly vivid picturing of empty shelves, but the coffee machine broke the way she'd been afraid it would and her cashier called out sick... the way she'd thought she would when the coffee machine broke, and so now? Now she's standing out on the sidewalk, staring into her cup of coffee in the the storybook-falling-snow, because she's starting to realise what's maybe going on, and she's having a really, really hard time not... thinking.
