As Nora fell asleep, her thumb grazed another button on the stopwatch, one which hadn't been pushed yet in all her experimenting--the Reality Shift button. Instantly the house and Nora's life represented in her house shifted around her. Had she been awake she would have been privileged to see her interior decorating vanish only to be replaced the next second with items that were more fashionable than her own outdated tastes provided. The sofa she slept on transformed from a floral patterned davenport to a big comfy blue sectional sofa. The glass inlaid coffee table disappeared and was replaced with a completely wooden one that looked sleeker in design. The wall-to-wall carpet shifted out of existence as the hardwood floors gained a polish and sheen to them in its place. The wallpaper curled up and out of existence in favor of whitewashed walls. The walls of the living room expanded slightly, with one of them disappearing entirely to give the room the "feel" of an "open floor plan" that is all the rage on home remodel shows. Photos of Nora and her original husband, children, and family shifted so that now Nora was her daughter's youngest daughter in the family portraits. Baby photos of Nora shifted from black and white to color with a clarity and sharpness only found with digital photography.
Her clothes that she had hung on her loosely, now shifted to fit her and then disappeared off of her only to reappear rumpled on the floor surrounding the sofa to fit with the next change that came: Molly's new father. Nora had fallen asleep feeling she had just had the best fucking of her entire life--well, that's because Molly had regressed to just after conception, and in order to bring that into fruition, reality shifted so that Molly's original grandson, Tyler, a sixteen year old soccer and track star had just given Nora an initiation into womanhood, unknowingly at this moment getting Nora pregnant. Tyler had now, thanks to the stopwatch, become his own great-grandfather by virtue of his grandmother transforming into his child by how young she'd regressed. Tyler now appeared curled up next to Nora on the sectional, spooning Nora with his larger body--allowing her to feel safe and secure with his arms about her. His own clothes now appeared on the floor in rumpled piles.
All the while, Molly the fertilized egg was attaching itself to the wall of Nora's uterus.