Conditional Reality

The lamp wasn’t working properly. It was dimmer than it should be and flickered constantly. We checked the plug at the outlet on the wall. The cord was bent, with tiny tooth marks. This hindered the flow of electricity. We straightened the cord and the lamp stopped flickering. We stood up. A shape flashed by and disappeared into a small hole in the baseboard under the window. We bent down and looked into the hole. We saw a mouse in a tiny chair, under a tiny lamp, reading a tiny book. We didn’t want to believe this. We walked away.