Curiosity turned to concern as they leaned closer to examine them. These weren’t ordinary bits of dust or trash. There was something disturbingly precise about their size, shape, and placement. The narrator’s initial confusion quickly gave way to a growing unease, their body instinctively reacting with a chill running down their spine.
It wasn’t just the presence of the objects that was unsettling, but the sense that they didn’t belong there—that someone, or something, had left them intentionally. The bed, a place of comfort and rest, now felt invaded. The stillness of the morning was replaced with tension and quiet dread.
In just a few moments, the day had shifted from calm to disturbing. What started as a peaceful wake-up had become a mystery, and the narrator now faced an eerie question: what were those objects—and why were they there?
