Conditional Reality

Flashlight Hypercube rearranged her furniture. She moved the couch and coffee table into her bedroom, and put her dresser, bed, and end tables in the living room. When her friends visited they didn’t say anything about her new arrangement, but they felt so uncomfortable with it that they never stayed long. Then Flashlight took all her pictures from her walls and placed them on the floor throughout her house. Her friends asked her if she was okay. I’m over here, said Flashlight, whose voice now sounded as though it was coming from the ceiling. What’s wrong with you? said Flashlight.