Tom opened her eyes, and nearly threw up. She was upside down.
She looked down at her room – the bed, the dresser, Mr. Sweetie, the poster of the whale – everything was in place. Only she – who was supposed to wake up in the very same bed as Mr. Sweetie and the white sheets – was glued to the ceiling.
Tom wanted to try and stand, but feared she’d fall down to the floor. She decided to crawl first, until she’d be just above the mattress; that was the responsible thing to do. She tried to get up, and immediately got dizzy and threw up on the white sheets. Fortunately, Mr. Sweetie seemed to escape unharmed. After several failed attempts, she managed to stand up with both feet on the ceiling, like a chandelier, her head hanging just about the height of the whale, who leaped downwards from the water.
She walked back and forth, forth and back on the ceiling, and quite quickly got used to her new state – evidently, walking upside down is very similar to walking normally. The room, however, was not at all normal. The dwarf palm looked like a green snowflake, the carpet looked like a setting sun, and small dust dunes deserted the top of the closet.
Tom tried to remember what she did yesterday that might explain the upside downing, something she had eaten or drank. Or maybe it was something she didn’t eat…
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