I’ve been noticing small things lately. My desk lamp turns slightly to the left. The mug handle faces the wrong way.
At first, I thought I was just distracted. But then I started to test it. I set my phone camera to record while I stared straight ahead and blinked.
When I watched the video, there were frames missing — only when I blinked. And in one of them, my chair was empty.
I tried again the next day. This time, I blinked on purpose, slowly. On the footage, the clock on my wall reset every time my eyes closed.
Last night, I stayed awake until 4 a.m., too afraid to close my eyes. When I finally did, I felt a breath next to me — like someone leaning close, waiting for me to blink again.˙ɹǝsolɔ ʇıq ǝlʇʇıl ɐ ʇsnɾ s’ʇı ‘sǝʎǝ ɹno uǝdo ǝʍ ǝɯıʇ ʎɹǝʌǝ puɐ ‘sʇǝsǝɹ plɹoʍ ǝɥʇ uǝɥʍ ʇuɐʇsuı ʇɐɥʇ ɹoɟ sʇıɐʍ ʇI
˙ʞɹɐp puɐ ʇɥɓıs uǝǝʍʇǝq suoıʇɔɐɹɟ ǝɥ⊥ ˙ǝǝs ʇ’uɐɔ ǝʍ sʇuǝɯoɯ ǝsoɥʇ uı sǝʌıl ɓuıɥʇǝɯos ʞuıɥʇ I
