Norah slowly opened one eye and then the other, still letting her breath flow in and out steadily. THE FOGGY STUFF. IT WAS BACK. She focused on her breath to make sure her excitement was in check. She was not going to freak out this time. She was notttt. Every couple seconds, her eyes flicked upwards towards the mirror just to check if the fog was still there. And it was. Eeeeep. She squinted at it, hoping some sort of image would reveal itself. As exciting as the fog had been, it was kiiiiinda starting to get a little boring. Maybe her inner eye needed glasses. That's what they told her little brother when his seeing was all foggy.

But wait. A thing. There was a thing. Norah stopped squinting and instead opened her hazel eyes as wide as they would go. Some shape was starting to be clear in the foggy stuff, but she had no idea what it was. Back to squinting, she stared at it, trying to make the steadiness in her breaths go and unfog her inner eye, 'cause she was looking at the mysterious thingy mabob for so long that her head was starting to feel funny. What WAS it? A bear? A dog? A potato with legs? ZOMG MAYBE IT WAS A CAT AND SHE WAS GETTING A KITTEN AND SHE COULD NAME IT CHARLIE AND THEY COULD BE BEST FRIENDS. And then she was excited and thinking about types of cat food and what color his collar would be and by the time she looked back to see her beloved, foggy cat/bear/potato with legs, it was gone. Just foggy fog left. Sighhhhh. Guess it was time to breathe again.