It’s not hard to imagine that one night, you’ll stay alone in your room while outside your door, everything suddenly changes. Or you change. You might not notice it at first, but one morning you’ll look in the mirror and ask “Were my eyes always this shade of green?” Or you’ll look outside and wonder “Was the street always like that?” Infinitesimal shifts in reality will add up to a whole new world. Maybe you’ll trace your life back and pinpoint that night. Maybe you’ll wish every waking moment afterward had been a dream, so you could wake up to the same eyes, and the same streets. Sane eyes, sane streets. But when you realize everything’s shifted, it’s too late. The crack in the universe has yawned too wide.