It began like any other ordinary morning—slow, peaceful, and dreamlike. The kind of morning where the warmth of the bed makes it hard to get up, and you stretch lazily under the covers, savoring the quiet. Everything felt normal, calm, and comforting—until something strange disrupted that peace.
As the narrator slowly awakened, they noticed something unusual beside them on the bed. Their eyes still adjusting, they caught sight of a few small, perfectly round objects resting on the sheet. The sight was subtle but odd enough to immediately pull them further out of their sleepy haze.
