The next morning I got out of the wrong side of bed—or started to, but then I slammed my elbow into the wall. Damn. The world was still backwards. I used my third eye to peer out at the highway and, yes, all gazillion Monday-morning cars were driving on the wrong side. As long as I was using my third eye, I glanced into the All, hoping to catch sight of Momo. I’d forgotten that my third eye was sticking vinn towards Dronia, with its distant, writhing anemones. I definitely didn’t want to go there again. I walked to the 7-Eleven, only two blocks from my new digs. I could have walked five blocks to the Los Perros Coffee Roasting, but I personally didn’t care all that much about what kind of coffee I had in the morning. That was more Jena’s thing. I had to be careful to walk in what seemed like the wrong direction, and I almost got run over when I crossed the street. I picked up some coffee, a muffin and a mirror-reversed newspaper that was too much trouble to look at just now. I wasn’t sure whether I should pay with one of my new regular-looking hundreds or with some of the older mirror-reversed money in my wallet.
