Shift was going really well for Eliza. She delivered plates of food to customers, cleaned up after they left, and waited with anticipation to see what would happen to them. A teenaged girl with her eyes glued to her phone slowly grew older over the course of a meal while her boyfriend got younger. Soon enough the phone was down and Eliza was clearing plates from a table with a breastfeeding mother at it. Likewise a table consisting of two couples transformed into two sets of twins married to one another. The women identical to each other and the men with the same looks. There was also a clearly abusive couple that walked out of the restaurant as a bombshell of a woman and her brand new dress. The changes were always fun to look at and running the register for a table she’d brought in was the absolute best. But of course shift ended early as Eliza was only scheduled to help out during the dinner rush. She slid a piece of paper into the kitchen and soon enough she was walking home with property prepared dragon rolls and her purse. She caught the bus and ride it back to her home between a family of Japanese people and a greasy looking guy who smelled like he didn’t bathe. She arrived home to her newly decorated apartment and set her sushi down on the low table. She walked to her kitchen and gathered some proper wasabi, ginger, and a unique flavour of soya sauce she suddenly owned. Reusable chopsticks in hand she sat down and put the ingredients on the sushi and began to eat it properly. Dragon Rolls entered her mouth one by one and she savoured their flavour. One by one they were eaten and each time Eliza felt more elated, more on her feet. It was then that she realized that she had completely forgotten English. No English existed in her vocabulary. She smiled for some reason as intense drowsiness hit her. She stretched and gave a yawn before looking at the clock. It was four thirty in the morning. Her work uniform was gone, replaced by a kimono in the same style she had woken up in. Everything began to warp and change. All her ID was rewritten in Japanese. Her passport became Japanese, her drivers listened became japanese. All the labels and packages of food lost their English and became domestic products of Japan. Eliza yawned and got to her feet, she walked barefoot through the hall as the air changed, becoming humid and hot. Eliza fanned herself as she climbed into bed and closed her eyes. The exact way her home city was built blurred alongside exactly how her own country was built. She forgot the names of American states as knowledge of the landscape, geology, and climate of Japan filled her mind. She had a smile creep across her face as she drifted off to sleep, a pleasant summertime sleep in Japan, a country she now lived in.