by Victoria Dorain

Created on: November 27, 2011

December 23, 2012. They wake up late this weekend, and a strange fog surrounds them.

-"Holly smock, what is it?"

The house is filled with fog, they can't see nothing around them. She searches for her slippers with her feet and can't find them. She is used to disliking those hard concrete floors, so she perseveres on finding her cushy pink sippers with silky flowers on them. She tries to see through  white, smoky substance; she concentrates and: 

- "My God! Do you see what I see?." 

- "What do you see?" 

- "You don't?" 

- "What?"  

- "My slippers, they are new! And our old dresser! It has no scratch marks!" 

- "Are you dreaming?" 

- "No! Please, Dan, look here!" 

- "I see only fog. Wake up, dear." 

- "I am not sleeping. Dan, concentrate, please! Try really hard to look for something."

- "Really hard? All right. I am looking really heard to find my robe. Wow, here it is! I must be dreaming, but thanks for sewing down that button, "- yawns he. 

- "What button? You mean, it is in place, as if it never fell off?"

- "Yes, thank you." - he smiles.

- "Dan, something's very strange! Or we are still sleeping, or we are in another world!"

- " ...and it seems to have its own laws, like everything stays new? P-please... Lets go back to sleep ," - he lays down.

- "You go to sleep! I won't!"- and she slaps on her slippers and goes through the house searching for more miracles. 

She finds them all invading her house. Everything, even garage sale finds are pristinely new. The used chunk of soap in a bathroom has initial embedded flower on it, her make up set is fully furnished with different shades and blushes. She starts enjoying her finds, anticipating more and more elation from seeing her possessions restored to their initial beauty and quality. Here is her paint set, complete with fresh chunky tubes of paint now smelling of fresh linseed oil. The cracked paint on her mural is now supremely smooth, as she wanted it to be. She's eyeing every square foot of her property. It is fascinating! The carpet, the squashed pillows, the broken door knob, everything became new, as if fresh from the store. What about the mirror? Is there a tiny crack in a corner? Wow! The crack is gone. Here she stops and stares with gaping mouth at the mirror. In it she sees her reflection! Instead of messy morning head - a glowing beautiful face is staring back, wearing her favorite hair cut, snappy earrings, all made up, ready to face the

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