Our world became more maliable, less concrete, less sturdy, around the same time that pilot disappeared. She had been testing some fancy new jet, something rumored to reach somewhere close to the speed of light. It all sounded like fancy science mumbo-jumbo but there is no getting away from the simple fact that one day the jet and the pilot were safely on the ground. The next day she flew off and just - gone

From that moment on our world started to feel squishy around the edges. Reality felt a little, I don’t know, bendy

It took a few more months before things started to bleed into our world. Little things at first, scraps of newspaper that had never been printed, flower petals picked up on the wind where no flowers existed

Little things, at first

Then things started to get really weird. I think it was when the dodo bird was spotted hanging out in a zoo in Spain that everyone started to take notice

We heard stories about a middle aged man stumbling home from the pub to find themselves already curled up on the couch watching Antiques Roadshow with the wife.

No one really believed the stories, not really

But then I received the letter. It was rather odd from the get-go, i mean who writes letters these days. I didnt recognise the handwriting immediately, didn’t really think much of it to be honest. Just threw it onto the kitchen counter with the overdue phone bill. But I was drawn back to it. It kept nagging at me, catching my eye as I made dinner, like a piece of food stuck between your teeth, it kust kept bothering me.

Almost in frustration more than curiosity, I opened the letter. What was inside changed everything for me.

Understand that i didnt believe it at first. I am a sensible, practical man, I’m not one to fall for the usual bullshit, but at the same time it felt real in the same way that breathing feels real. In that subconsious, obvious, invisible sort of way.