godzilla was attacking the earth. i was hiding in a cabinet with a microwave, a baseball scorecard, and harry potter. we talked about magicking ourselves away but were afraid if the cabinet broke that we would be unable to get back. at some point we fell asleep. when we woke up a group of old ladies had set up easels and oil paints and were painting us as we slept on the broken pieces of the cabinet. they were less concerned about the godzilla attack than they interested in speculating what we had been doing in the cabinet.