The room was completely silent. Outside, the night was a blanket of calm, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. The rest of the house was asleep, but I couldn’t. Something inside me stirred, demanding attention.
My eyes locked on the table in front of me. The pencil, the book, and the glass of water were exactly where I had left them, motionless, insignificant. But I couldn’t stop staring at them. My mind kept circling back to the tremor of the lamp, to the tingling in my chest.
“What are you planning?” Freidis asked, her tone laced with curiosity.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I leaned slightly toward the table. I felt the urge to try, to figure out if what had happened before was real or just my imagination. What if it wasn’t a coincidence? What if it was… me?
I closed my eyes
