Sarah's prompt: Looking in the mirror

I’m not really sure how it happened or how to describe it. At first I really wasn’t certain but I had a feeling something was changing. You know when you walk in a room that you’ve just walked out of and although you don’t quite know what it is you’re certain someone’s been there. Something, has been moved if ever so slightly. But what, see that’s the question and why? And of course even more importantly who?
I live alone in a little studio apartment. It’s the last one in the complex. Beyond the building are the trees and of course the lake but nothing else. The people upstairs are almost never home. The people next door, well the guy who lives next door with his yellow lab and continuous string of hot babes that wander in and out at all hours of the day and night. I usually can tell when one’s there. There is the giggling on the doorstep, footsteps and then of course the stereo comes on. But I digress.
It started a couple of weeks ago. I had just made a cup of tea in the purple mug with the white leaves, its one of my favorites. I went in the bedroom to change out of my sweats and into a pair of jeans and a t shirt and when I came back my tea was in the yellow cup with the green leaves. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I must be mistaken but I’m not. When I walked over to the cabinet the purple mug was there but, and this is very important, the mug was still warm. Now you have to admit that a mug just sitting in the cabinet would not be warm.
A couple of days later, after work, I came home and the cream colored afghan was draped over the corner of the couch. I know for certain that I had put that one away for the winter and had the rust colored one out.
Every couple of days there is some sort of change. It’s as if somehow the darker colors of winter are being pushed out and the bright colors of spring have begun appearking in my apartment. I came home this afternoon and you won’t believe it but the pale pink wine glasses that I had put away were back in the china cabinet and all of the ruby colored glasses were gone.
I honestly would have thought I had completely lost my mind except that this evening I was looking in the mirror and I saw them. The little pixies that I had seen at Hunter’s Glen when I was a little girl and hadn’t seen for at least 14 years were peaking out from behind the books on the shelf. Its true, spring has to start somewhere I suppose. I just never imagined that the pixies would be starting it in my apartment. Of course, as you can imagine, I feel much better knowing there is a reasonable explanation for all of this and not something ridiculous like ghosts or who knows what.