I wander in the ways and mirror realities. Looking searching.. Borges was here I can tell you that much. How? Simple watch Wandering earth and realize dice are dice are reality of things are all a matter of presepctive. What is real after all to the dreamer or the observer of the dream?

Christmas was coming. The toys were invading the stores again. Star Wars action figures from the latest movie. There seemed to be so many different ones to choice from. I, being on the cleaning crew in a department store sometimes life just goes by without any meaning or rhyme. However, that was to change one dark night. It was the midnight hour shift. Buffing the floor, I saw a miniature spacecraft float right out in front of me. Looking around expecting someone to be playing a joke I saw only another small spacecraft take off from the toy department shelves. Soon many more like an invasion fleet all hovering waiting for something to happen. I counted 25 or 27 spacecraft floating there awaiting something. Needless to say my buffing of the floors was stopped. Being unsure of what to do I decided to be silent and by myself watch and see what happens. The spacecraft landed next to the Christmas toy section which surprisingly one of the Santa was moving about. Subsequently, I saw small boxes from the wrapping department appear from a convoy of little toy trucks delivering them from a far. The Santa soon had everything loaded being of a much bigger size than both the truck and spacecraft. At which point I heard an alarm go off. In from a window in the dock came exact replicas of the spacecraft. The loaded ones left and all I could hear was "Merry Christmas too one and all."