“Morning,” her mum chirped. “Umm...” This wasn’t the same kitchen Cate had breakfast in yesterday. “I’ve made pancakes. There’s honey in the fridge.” With a sideways glance at her mum, she opened the door of a stainless steel fridge. Their retro yellow fridge had vanished overnight. She closed the door, poking at the new cork floor with her toe. Eating her pancakes, she tapped the granite bench tops with her fingernails. This was an entirely new kitchen. Her stomach churned at a frenetic pace, and her mouth felt packed with cotton wool. “Hurry with your breakfast. The girls will be here to pick you up in four minutes.” She leaned back and watched her mum walk to the living room. What the...? Her arms flailed as she grabbed the bench to avoid overbalancing. Their cottage style living room was now silver, grey, and black. A glittering chandelier hung from the ceiling. That wasn’t there yesterday. Curious, she went into the living room. She sat on the heavily embossed couch, and hugged a black cushion with shiny silver stripes smothered with crystals.
