He finally reached his mother's room and opened it, pulling himself in as if onto dry land....land where things were not exactly stable either. "It's scary out there," he remarked, feeling out of breath.
"Scary?" Linda said, looking toward the door. "Huh...." she seemed somewhat unphased by the fact that reality was on the fritz around them.
Jon rounded on his mother. "What is going on?"
"What makes you think I know? I mean...things are going back to normal, but...I didn't expect it to look like that," she said, defensively.
"It looks anything but normal around here," Jon said, as the door he'd just walked through started sliding down the wall.
"I don't know why you are so upset...isn't this what you wanted?" Linda paused. "Unless you were hoping that wish was permanent."
Jon paused. He didn't remember making a wish to cause this...and his mother didn't even know about wishes, so what was she talking about.
He was about to ask what she meant when the walls started closing in. Or rather, wall...the room was getting smaller. The queen sized bed blinked out of existence, and as the wall stopped in a new location, a new smaller bed blinked into place. It was a twin sized bed...unmade.
The double dresser had been replaced by a bookcase and desk, with shelves on the wall above it. The formerly neat bedroom was quickly becoming cluttered with stuff.
It was then he noticed the first changes in Linda herself. She seemed to get shorter all of the sudden. He looked down, and noticed her heels had been replaced by a pair of sneakers. Another shift...and her makeup and jewelry vanished.
