Eliza spent all weekend jotting down notes and concepts for her tropes and references class. She would touch on the rule of three, the strange order descriptions had to be lain out in, and perhaps a reading of The Bell Jar just to make it clear that references sometimes fade from the public mind.
She was really happy with her progress and was ready to pitch it to the head of the arts department. However when she arrived at the school she got the shock of her life. Tropes and References was listed on her day planner, not as a pitch but as an actual class she taught. Her usual three classes a semester were now four. She stared at that thing in shock and soon enough she was in that very class going over The Bell Jar with her students. It was utterly confusing to her, the mere concept that she suddenly had a class she’d dreamed up on Friday being taught to a bunch of young adults. It was kind of baffling and after it ended she pulled out her notebook with concepts written on it only to find it blank. It must have been a joke. But at the same time, the whole reason she was who she was today was because of magic reality changing sushi. Her eyes drifted down to the blank notebook and she carefully reached out and grabbed a pen. Holding it in her hand quivering.
“I am wearing my red blouse,” Eliza scratched out. The Red Blouse was in the wash, worn last week on Wednesday. She knew this because she had thrown it in that very morning.
“I’m going crazy,” Eliza muttered before the ink completely vanished from the book. She looked down and scrambled to her feet, her red blouse was on her torso. Her lips parted in shock as she stared at the blank paper before here with wonder and fear on her face.