One night I heard something gnawing in my house and although it scared me, I came to love the sound. A few nights later, I followed the sound to the kitchen and saw a little two-headed girl eating my cutting board. I introduced myself but one of her heads just spit a block of wood at my feet. I picked it up and saw that it was in the shape of an asterisk. I took the wooden asterisk to my room and went back to sleep. 
For the rest of the week each night when I slept, I heard the gnawings again. One night it was a popping sound and I went out to find that she had made a crescent moon out of my plastic tupperware. The next night I heard glass ringing and when I went to the kitchen, she was bouncing a ball that she had made out of a vase. She handed me the ball and I tried to bounce it but it shattered and one of her faces looked down while the other laughed. 
When I went to sleep that night with my plastic moon and the pieces of the ball she had made me, I wondered about her heads, if they shared the same mind. 
The next night, it was quiet so I went into the kitchen to look for the girl. Instead, I found a floating flame a foot above my kitchen table. I tried to blow it out but it remained. After many tries, I let out a tired laugh and it went out. I fell asleep at the kitchen table. 
When I woke up, I saw my linoleum floor. The kitchen table was no longer under my head. I leaned on thin air. And underneath the transparent table sat the two headed girl, smiling on both faces.

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