[ WP ] A girl gains the power to bring images to life by breathing on them . How did she get it and/or how does she use it ?

Disclaimer: I do n't know how to do drugs. When I write about them and the effects thereof, I am probably not being accurate at all. I am okay with this. 
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 Lysistrata stared bleary-eyed at the cans of spraypaint. The craft store's lights -- damn those fluorescents -- cut down on her. She felt woozy except for her head, which felt compressed. She was sure this was apparent to other people, but she found herself being rung up anyway. 
 
 You'd think they'd have a bit of decency... not let someone who was clearly an addict buy this... but noooo... 
 
... oooohhhh was this going to feel good. The car ride was a blur. She parked outside her garage & walked around unsteadily. Did she hit a goose? She must have. Her grill was dripping feathers. She, a grown woman, closed her garage door behind her & plopped onto the cold floor of it like a child. Her bichon frise scrambled to the door & whined, but she did n't want to see her bichon yet. 
 
 Lysa located a bag. Any bag would do; this one happened to be from a bagel shop. She paused to scramble with the cap of the spraycan. The inked mascots on the bag stared through bagel-monocles. 
 
 She sprayed the inside of the bag & cupped the opening around her face. Then she took deep puffs... 
 
 With wet splats, Elmo and Melvyn Einstein fell off of the bag in a heap. They fell onto her knees & she screamed, kicking out, sending Elmo's bagel ricocheting off the garage door. Melvyn rolled to the side before she could kick into his puffy beard. His face fell when his own bagel rolled under the lawnmower. 
 
 The two men exchanged glances, then tilted their heads toward the passed-out woman. 
 
 A few minutes later they had dragged her inside & propped her in a chair. Elmo was making coffee & Melvyn had the bichon in the puff of his beard. Both brothers made delighted baby noises at the canine, who wagged its butt with such fervor its tail nearly flew off. Elmo placed the cup of coffee in front of Lysa & took the dog so Melvyn could look around for bread & things to deliciously pile on said bread. 
 
 Lysa stirred... then she stirred the coffee. She did n't want to look around at the two amiable fellows who were making nice things in her kitchen. The smell was heavenly. But. *She'd done it again... * and all she wanted to do was go back to that torn bag in that dingy garage. 
 
 *Well, better get the gun again. * Lysa rose unsteadily.
