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Oscar glanced up, his eyes bulged, and he gasped. The room was filled with tiny floating sparks of light. It looked like a swarm of fireflies had invaded the house, but of course Oscar knew that it could be no such thing. Fireflies didn't live on this side of the Rockies. That meant that these were something else.
He closed his book and stood up. He reached his hand out for one of the specks of light. It passed right through. He tried again to grab it, but it slipped through his fingers, literally. He couldn't grab it. These weren't like fireflies at all. They were just circles of light, suspended in the air.
He turned back to the bed, and crawled across it to where Simi lay, no longer snoring like a bear, but still dead to the world.
"Simi," he hissed. "Simi, wake up." He wasn't sure why he was whispering, but he couldn't help it. The situation seemed to call for it. It was as if he was too loud, the fireflies might suddenly see the need to turn on him and attack. The baby was asleep too, and they didn't need to wake him up for sure.
"Simi!" He hissed louder.
She stirred, then gasped in a snuffly breath, and sat up.
"Whazzamashuh," she muttered incoherently. Then, "What's going on?"
"Look," was all Oscar could say.
She looked at the room, and her dark eyes grew enormous.
"What's going on?" She asked, hissing as well. She obviously felt the same need for quiet. "What is that? What are they?"
Oscar looked back at the fireflies, and noticed that in the few moments it took to wake Simi, each one had grown larger. They were probably twice, maybe even three times the size of the pinpricks of light they were when Oscar first saw them.
"I don't know," he responded. "They're lights of some sort. Look," and he stood up again, and tried to grab one. His hand passed through it as easily as it had before. The size change hadn't affected their lack of solidity. Maybe they were made of light. Just pure light, he thought.
Simi stood up, and tried to grab one. Same effect. There was nothing to them but light. Oscar put his hand over one, and held it there. The light didn't even generate any heat. It was nothing but light.
They were growing faster now, doubling in size every few seconds. The light balls were the size of baseballs, and now softballs.
"Oh, God, Oscar. It's like the rainbows," Simi whimpered.
"The rainbows?" He was nonplussed. Then he remembered. He gasped. "You're right! What could it be? What's causing this stuff?"
"Is it the house?" She asked. "Is it haunted?"
"I don't know, Simi. I don't believe in that shit, but I don't know. It doesn't seem bad. I mean neither time was it bad. It's just light. Rainbows and pretty balls of light. They don't burn or anything."
Simi got off the bed, and walked out into the globes of white light. She swung her hand at it, but it didn't affect it at all. It simply continued floating lazily around the room. When they reached the walls, they simply passed through, while others passed through from the other direction back into the room, keeping a relatively even number.
"It is very pretty," she said, swatting at another one to no avail, "but what is it, Oscar?"
"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know," was all he could say.END OF DAY THREE
Dang it, I had hoped to get further. I wanted to get through that whole scene, but I wasn't as diligent as I should have been, and I've still got a bit to go. I guess there's always tomorrow.
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