When I got home, I stashed my other estate sale finds in my office. I tossed the two coats across my bed and went in the kitchen to make lunch. I kept ruminating over the things I had seen in the house that I hadn’t purchased. The gorgeous Victorian style lamps, the over the top “church lady” hats with feathers and sequins all around. Bread, turkey, mayo, lettuce. I grabbed my plate and walked down the corridor to my bedroom. I put down the sandwich. I forgot to even try the coats on before I bought them. I slipped the coat on in the mirror.
I reached for the waist length brown leather jacket and slipped it on. Just then the room started to shift. My head started to vibrate something horrible. I closed my eyes and sat down on the bed. I opened my eyes and I was in a room that looked very familiar. I looked down and saw burgundy carpet. I got up for the bed and almost fell. I was higher off the ground than expected. I got up and looked around. I was in the bedroom of the house I just came from! A beautifully 70’s style decorated room with pink drapery on the windows and a canopy bed sat in front of me. I closed my eyes and blinked once again.
“How in the,” I said.
I scooted backwards across the floor and looked in disbelief. I patted the coat and slipping my arm out of it at once. My head started to vibrate again, I close my eyes from the stabbing pain. I open my eyes and I am once again standing in my own bedroom at my apartment. I throw the jacket on to the bed.
My eyes got big. “What in hell was that,” I said.
Until next week…