Shift

Something’s not right
It just isn’t right
Something’s not right
It just isn’t right
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong
Something’s not right
It just isn’t right
Something’s not right
It just isn’t right
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong
Something’s wrong
Doreen sits in the staircase clutching her knees. A light pleasant breeze
carries the smell of Aunt Lizzie’s freshly baked cinnamon buns. Doreen sits up
as the realization that something has just slightly changed hits her.
Some thing has shifted. Something in the world will never be the same.
Although there is absolutely no way to distinguish any change at all,
Doreen inspects her very familiar surroundings with the impression that she
has never seen them before. The kitchen telephone rings. Once. Twice.
At the third ring Aunt Lizzie picks up the phone. «Hello?». The silence in the
house increases. Doreen thinks «It's as if there was some thing I might have
missed.» The silence is broken by Aunt Lizzie screaming a most terrifying howl
«There must be something something something that I must have missed» (x4)
Doreen runs into the kitchen and finds Aunt Lizzie on the floor still clutching
onto the phone. «What's wrong, Auntie?», asks Doreen. Aunt Elizabeth looks up
at Doreen crying and mumbling at the same time. The room goes black.
A sharp pain invades Doreen’s head. «Auntie, what’s wrong?» «What on earth is
going on?», she thinks. «What am I doing here? What is wrong with me?
Should I do something?». Doreen runs out of the kitchen, into the hallway and
out of the house. She stares at the garden looking for something, anything.
It all looks exactly the same as it usually does. But it shouldn’t.
«You can’t fool me!» she yells. «Nothing will ever be the same.»
«There must be something something something that I must have missed» (x7)