Inside the House

Stella looked at Sky, "yeah I noticed." She said waving her almost completely invisible hand through the milk jug, "I think I can handle it, though." Stella walked over to a small table and sat down focusing on not falling through the chair. It worked. "Good." Then she focused on the vase in the middle of the table, looking at it's solid-ness, it's volume, studying, remembering. Slowly, she became more visible, eventually, she became solid. And then sighed, getting up, "See, Sky? I can totally handle it."