It was as I stood to stretch, that my eyes were suddenly drawn back to my cousin’s portrait. Something had changed about it, I was sure, but at that moment I could not discern what it was.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I went over and stood directly before it, scrutinising the picture for anything which seemed out of place.
I had almost given up and decided that any such difference was merely in my sleep-addled mind when it struck me.
My cousin was no longer looking directly off to her left in the portrait, but was now glancing more towards the front, directly at me.
Everything else in the portrait seemed just as before. Even the little dog was still in the same position. But there was no denying that my cousin’s head had turned-albeit slightly- since I had first seen her picture.
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