Lindsey had to go to work, learning his new environment as well as his new position in the company. He has an office to himself and he is told the view is spectacular. He kissed his still sleepy, uncaffeinated wife goodbye, patting her cheek.

"I love you, see you this evening"

"I love you too. Good luck today."

"Thank you" he waved, as did she and he shut the door behind him. She heard his car start and she sighed.

"What to do today? Kind of sucks being a stay at home wife without a child" she said to herself. She poured herself a cup of coffee, sipping it as she leaned against the counter. She smiled to herself, remembering just how many times they had christened the kitchen since they had moved in a little over a week ago. After the shadows in the pool, she saw next to nothing at all, and if she did, she reminded herself what Lindsey had said about the trees. She finished her cup as she choose to walk the house. There had to be something for her to do. All of their belongings were in place and it did feel a little more like home. Just like in their old house, there was a mirror at the end of the long hallway that housed all the bedrooms and their big bed was draped in soft sheer fabric. Her toiletries and make up all had a place, Lindsey's golf clubs and various guitars, though he hadn't had much time to play lately had their own little hideaway too. Stevie admired the chandelier in the upstairs hall when she noticed something that wasn't pointed out to her before. A latched drop down door with an old handle was just over her head. She went to the big broom closet and took out the step ladder, hoping that was tall enough to bring the door down. She didn't really want to risk the big ladder and she knew that if she asked Lindsey to help, he would think she was crazy.

She sat down her coffee cup and opened the small ladder, carefully climbing up the few steps. She reached up and was thankfully able to touch the handle. She wrapped her fingers around it, giving herself leverage to unlatch the door by pulling out the pin. She pulled hard on the handle and eventually a small set of stairs came down. They were old and if she were honest, she was nervous about trying to use them to get up there. She pushed through that, her curiosity getting the best of her. She poked her head up into the attic and smiled. "Wow! There's stuff up here!" she said to herself. She made her way into the room and looked around. It was large, probably as big as the entire upper floor. A dusty mirror was in the corner by the small stained glass window. There was a large cart wheel hat perched on the top of a small coat rack and there were boxes everywhere. It smelled of smoke and the wallpaper disintegrated under even her most gentle touch. Must have burned, she thought, but the walls were fully intact and there seemed to be no real damage other than some scorched floral paper. Stevie spotted a vanity and saw there were still perfumes in delicate bottles, a compact and a little lace blouse draped over the chair. She was in a wonderland! She loved old things and she especially loved that she could come up here any time she liked, as it was in her own home. There was a box of letters, all smelling of cedar like the chest at the foot of their bed. It was a comforting smell to her, picking up an envelope and sniffing it occasionally as she walked around. She bent down on one of the boxes were dresses, all in pretty yet muted tones. She smiled at a particularly frilly cream colored dress. She sat down the letter and picked up the dress, pulling it to her front. She walked to the mirror and admired the detailing, smiling to herself as she twirled a little, watching the fabric move. It was remarkably soft and just as intact as the walls. Not a single loose thread. She pulled the hat off the coat rack and stuck it on her head. When she looked up into the mirror she saw her own face but something was much different about it. Maybe it was the dust. Laying the dress down, she wiped the mirror with a cloth sitting on the window sill. Much better, she thought. She put the cloth down, grabbed the beautiful dress and looked at herself again with no change. She looked like a younger version of herself. Same dark eyes, slim figure and mousy brown hair...surely the mirror had turned. Her hair was practically platinum now! The girl in the mirror wore a cottage loaf hairstyle like a Gibson girl, and she was so very sad. Stevie took the hat off and tossed it back into the rack, dropping the dress from her grasp the vision disappeared. Looking back into the mirror, she saw herself as she was today. Those same tingling feelings entered her senses again, and hearing Lindsey's voice she rushed toward the pull down stairs, shoved them back up and thrust the pin in the latch. He shouldn't be home already! She couldn't have spent all day up there! She put the ladder away and dusted herself off, trying to be as presentable as possible. She pushed what she had seen up there from her mind and jogged down the stairs to greet her husband, but he wasn't there.