Then a strange thing happened, my hand went through the photo like it was a veil of fog. The photo was slowly fading right in front of my eyes and in its stead, there was nothing, not even the table it was on top. There was a hole there. Shocked, I put my hand in and I felt cold water kiss my fingertips. I heard panicked voices. I couldn’t hear much except “Close quickly! How did she do that” I pulled my hand fast but the next thing, the hole was gone and the photo was back on top of the table. What just happened? 

After a quick shower, as I walked across the room, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I saw how tired I looked, exactly how I felt. The strange thing happened; my reflection did not move when I did. Startled, I went back just to confirm. Lo and behold, it just stared lifelessly at me. I wanted to scream but found I could not; then she moved—the reflection, I mean. She left me standing there. No, this did not just happen; it could not have happened; my mind was starting again.