The Picture

I found the most interesting painting at the flea market last week. Three witches dancing around a cauldron under the moonlight. The detail is absolutely amazing. You can see the wart on the nose of the witch in the middle.

That's strange. I could have sworn the witch with the wart was the middle one. I guess I was mistaken. It's the one on the left.

My mother came by this evening to drop off her famous homemade chocolate fudge cake. She doesn't like my new painting. She said the witch on the right disturbs her for some reason. Maybe it's the wart on the nose.

I can't seem to stop staring at the painting. It almost looks as if they are really dancing. I feel tingly all over.

Where am I? It's dark, except for a sliver of moonlight peeking through the black clouds in the night sky. Wasn't it daylight a moment ago?

It's so hot in here, I feel like I'm in a jacuzzi. I'm confused. Where the hell am I? I open my eyes, expecting to see my bedroom.

I'm in a large black cauldron. Three witches are dancing around me, cackling and chanting. The one in the middle has a wart on her nose.