"Cellia!" a familiar voice cried out.
"Yes? I'm here!" the green orb who only earlier that day had been a little girl called back.
"Here! I'm over here!" the voice said.
Cellia spun around fixed in place to see the other green orb, which was also named Cellia, that had transported her to this strange new world.
"Where did you go?" Cellia demanded. "I was alone, and I was used as a soccer ball by two terrible monsters!"
"I know, I was too," the green orb across the translucent grass from her replied. "Wasn't it terrible?"
"But what do you mean?" Cellia asked. "You weren't there. It only happened to me."
"No, I am you, remember?" the orb asked rhetorically, its smoky interior flashing orange momentarily.
"Oh," Cellia moaned, "I'm so tired of not understanding anything. Why are we here, in this strange place? How are you me? When am I ever going to get to go back home?"
"You can go as soon as you want," the orb said. "But you have to take me."
"Is this a riddle?" Cellia asked. "I'm not very good at riddles."
"It's not a riddle, unless you want it to be," the orb said.
"Well I don't want it to be," Cellia said.
"Good. That's the first step, knowing what you don't want," the green sphere said.
"Fine," Cellia said. Then I don't want to be an orb anymore either," she said. She waited for her body to return, but nothing happened. "But I don't want to be here anymore," the girl protested.
"That's not good enough," her orb companion said. "What do you want? Take the next step."
"I want to go back home, to my garden. I want to go to school," Cellia said. In a blink, the entire spongy landscape around her was changed to her backyard. Only it was very different, remade in bright colors that nauseated the girl. "It should be much more drab," she said, and then the scene desaturated a bit and things looked more normal.
"Excellent!" the green orb said to congratulate the girl, as it levitated high above the ground.
"And I want my family to be here," Cellia said. Her family then appeared, though they were twisted. Her mother was frantically working through a towering stack of papers, and her siblings were wrestling violently. Her father wasn't there at all.
"No," the girl said, "I want to have time with my mother. I want to help her with her work."
Cellia's mother's papers disintegrated and blew away, and the apparition began to stare forwards.
"And I want my siblings to stop fighting and talk to one another!"
And they did.
"And I want my father here too!" she said, and he appeared instantly.
Cellia was overjoyed, to have her whole family's attention, but then she began to sense that something was wrong. Her mother began to fidget and fuss, and her father began to bloat as his beard grew. Her siblings became limp and sallow and the garden began to die. The Wynne's house began to crumble.
"What is happening?!" Cellia begged of the green orb, who had now sunk down onto the dead grass.
"Your wishes came true, but now your family can't be who they are," the orb said.
"But my mother and father were always too busy, and my siblings were always fighting too much," Cellia said. "I never got any attention."
"It's not our place to change that, though. You can only accept what is," the orb said.
"I suppose your right," Cellia said. "I suppose everything was already right the way it was."
And then in three distinct flashes of white light, Cellia watched from outside herself as she was merged with the other orb, changed back into a girl, and zapped back into her garden.
"Hello?" the girl asked, testing her voice in her new old body. She reached out to touch one of the leaves in front of her.
There was no answer save thunder, which rumbled softly as a light mist began to develop. Cellia ran into her house to get out of the rain, feeling everything she came into contact with as she went, appreciating it all so much more now than she had before.
When her family came home, as per usual, they didn't immediately lavish her with attention. But she didn't let it bother her as much. When at dinner she was asked how her day had gone, she said she was feeling much better, and that she was looking forward to getting back to school the next day. She knew she didn't have to say more. She knew she had it all inside her. And she knew that her place in things was just where she was supposed to be.