Flanna stood in the bathroom, brushing out her hair in front of the mirror and worrying about the coming day. Her first clue that she was still asleep and dreaming was when Zoe drifted in behind her and began fussing with her own long black hair. Zoe had always stood much taller than her, but that morning, she was so tall that her head bumped the ceiling, and she had to bend down to look into the mirror. Her second clue was when her brush grew fingers and began to pull painfully at her tangles.
“Ouch!” Flanna yanked the brush free and threw it into the sink, where it wiggled and curled the fingers that had grown to replace the bristles. When she looked back up at the mirror, Zoe was no longer behind her, and the face staring back at her was not her own.
“You did this to me!” the thing in
