#frektane

Rising quickly she crosses her room to examine her face in the mirror, breathing deeply. She looks no different than the day before, but her face doesn't seem like her own; her eyes are unfamiliar. With one hand she traces the edge of her jaw, fingers outlining the sharp and slender face reflected at her.

The world, it seems, has shifted, has gone slightly off-kilter, and left her disoriented and bewildered.

The shower helps a little, makes her feel more real and grounded, and by the time she's dressed the lingering presence of her dreams has vanished into dust in the air. 

"Morning, Jean," she calls. "Usual?"

"Please," Jean says, and leans against the counter as Wanda starts her coffee. Footsteps run across the floor, and she looks down to see two grinning, dripping twins run over. "Morning, boys."

"I'm a leapfrog!" one of them yells, and jumps in the air to demonstrate this, his feet coming down on the floor with a sound that rattles the mugs on the shelf. He isn't wearing shoes, just mismatched socks.