I glanced back at Matilda, who was now in a state of shock.

"Why am I on your bike?" Asked Matilda, clearly uncertain and concerned. I paused, clearly seeing what she meant. I was riding Matilda's bike, and Matilda was riding mine. I was now riding the bike which I wanted, the pink bicycle with ribbons and bells.

I started in disbelief. Not knowing what was happening either.

After a long pause, I replied: "I'm not sure."

It switched back. I was sure I didn't see wrong. Matilda looked astonished, but she didn't say anything.

We continued riding. Awkwardly. We then stopped by the lake for lunch. Where I brought sandwiches and Matilda brought cookies. I then started dreaming that we had creamy cupcakes.

"Is this magic? Why do we have cupcakes?" Matilda asked.

Why is everything so weird today? I don't get it. I see a new bicycle, I ride Matilda's bicycle, I get cupcakes. This is weird.

By the time I looked back, the cupcakes were all gone.

"Did you eat them?" I asked, but the plate was gone, so it wouldn't be her.

"No. Did you?" She said, half joking.

I shook my head and finished the picnic. After lunch, we continued riding, I knew that I should pay more attention to suspicious things, so I didn't dose off. When the sun started to set, we left for different directions.

That night, I got a nightmare. I saw a clown holding a knife, he seemed that he wanted to kill someone. When I woke up, I thought I saw wrong, but then I gasped, then I screamed.