There's something moving in my bedroom. It is always just out of sight; behind a pile of folders, under the shelves, rustling papers, disturbing clothes. It worries me, I'm fretful and want to know what's there, but don't want to get any closer.
After some while (it's not a fast mover whatever it is), I catch a glimpse of something smooth, black, patterned. Scales or carapace I can't quite tell. It concerns me, I know this isn't good.
At this point I wake up to turn on the light and find out that I never turned it off. I reach for the torch just in case.....
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