I heard a noise coming from the kitchen.
In the darkest of night, I crept to find the source.
She was sitting there, at the dinning table.
I could barely make out Her form, save for the pale moonlight from the window.
She had her hand on a small box which sat on the table, plain, wooden and unassuming.
A heavy silence blanketed the room and I caught my breath as She slowly opened the lid of the wooden box.
As She did, water begin to flow out, only a trickle at first, but as She opened the lid wider and wider more and more water rushed out.
Like a wave it poured unto the floor, but did not react exactly as water should, it rose and wobbled almost as if gravity did not affect it fully.
The water swirled and enrobed Her as She pushed back the lid all the way open and as the water rose to envelope even the table and chair I saw, for one brief second, a person somehow coming forth out of the box.
A person who was identical to Her in every way...
