"Okay, so about these books, did you read them all? Even the weird ones?" I asked, running my fingers over the hard spines, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, when I'm alone, I get ve-e-ery bored," she answered with a sigh.
Bored, you say? Well, yeah…
My gaze returned to the figurine standing on the chest of drawers, and I noticed something strange – there was a small mirror next to it, but the figurine wasn't reflected in it – no, nothing was reflected in it at all.
"Why is there no reflection in it?" I asked, pointing at the object.
"Huh? Forgot to turn it on. One sec…"
She snapped her fingers, and our reflections, along with the figurine's, instantly appeared in the mirror.
"There. Done."
"Um… right… how? But still, how did you…"
"Yeah, but don't get hung up on it, okay? Just accept it as a given – it'll be easier. Your almighty Mita can do anything!" she gave a thumbs-up, like a superhero.
My almighty Mita? I smiled.
"By the way, I didn't used to know what reflection was. It just didn't exist in my world, but I've known for some time now," she chuckled softly, as if recalling good times.
Next to the mirror lay a pair of glasses. Orange, with thick plastic frames.
Strange, her eyesight seems fine, doesn't it?
"Do you wear glasses?" I asked, pointing at them.
"No, but I can put them on," she replied with a shrug.
I gave her a questioning look. Why glasses, if not for vision?
She immediately put them on and presented herself before me. Ah, so that's it…
"Well, how do I look?" she asked, tilting her head coquettishly.
"Um… the color's wrong, really, but otherwise – yes, though maybe some blue ones would be better."
"Yeah? Okay, let's do it!" she said enthusiastically.
She snapped her fingers, and the color of her glasses instantly changed. And now it blends in with her hair… not an option.
"You know, I was thinking, no, orange is better after all."
"As you say."
Another snap, and she was wearing the glasses in their previous orange color.
Continuing my look around, I noticed a low, light-colored coffee table in the center of the room with a couple of game controllers on top, which looked quite functional, not just painted props. Nearby was a white sofa with a white and green checkered pillow, and opposite it, the television.
My gaze snagged on that table again… there was a phone… suspiciously similar to mine?
I reached into my pocket, and it felt empty – it wasn't there!
"This… how did it get there?" I asked, noting the familiar scratches and cracks on it.
"Well, ask something easier, okay?" the girl replied, walking around me towards the sofa.
"Alright, different question," I said, picking up the phone. "If I launch the game, will you… will you be in there now? Or will there be some other Mita?"
"Nope, it's empty in there."
No, I definitely would have gotten drunk tonight. Too much for one day. My brain just refused to process reality.
"Great, the universe won't collapse due to a logical error," I muttered under my breath.
"Hee-hee," – and again, I amuse her. Is it really that funny?
"I have an idea," she said and took the phone from my hands. "Mind taking a selfie?"
"Uh… well, it's just…" I remembered I hadn't taken photos like this before simply because there was no one to show them to, and I wasn't into narcissism myself.
"Oh, please! If you leave, at least I'll have your photo as a keepsake – the camera doesn't work, remember?"
And the camera again… useless little spy. But I wasn't going to point it out.
I nodded, and we took a selfie. Mita pressed close to me, and I felt her warmth.
The photo saved successfully, the fourth wall successfully breached again, since the phone will surely return with me to reality after I leave, but now with a picture of a place that simply doesn't exist.
After touching her hand to the phone and freezing for a moment, she smiled again and handed the phone back, which I successfully tucked into my pocket.
Next to the sofa was a bedside table with a lamp on top. There were also several other chairs in the room, where various potted flowers were scattered.
I moved on. A thick, pale rug covered most of the floor, softening the sound of our steps.
I don't see any wires or cables… where is everything, anyway? Thinking this, I looked up at the ceiling.
A slowly rotating fan was mounted there, but again, no wires.
Mita followed me closely the whole time, hands behind her back, curiosity in her eyes.
Her expression seemed to say, "Well, do you like it here? It's all mine, and now yours too!"
Near the entrance stood automatic circuit breakers and a voltage relay; each breaker should theoretically control its own room, if the logic of reality still applied to this place.
There were also a couple of small tables, an entryway area, and an air conditioner, standing rather inappropriately against the wall by the entrance – I couldn't understand where its external part was hidden, because it couldn't possibly run through the walls towards the windows across the entire room – that's just a stupid design.
"Mita, the air conditioner…" I wanted to ask her, but froze, not knowing how to even start – how could I possibly describe it? How to explain that in my world, it has an external unit that makes noise and spoils the view?
"You mean that… well yeah, I don't know – it just works," she headed towards the television and bent down, revealing a bit more of her bare thighs.
While I froze up a bit, she had already returned and was now waving her hands in front of me.