The night had been completely quiet, the kind of stillness that makes every unexpected sensation impossible to ignore. I was drifting in and out of sleep when an unusual feeling suddenly caught my attention. It wasn’t exactly painful, but there was enough pressure against my upper back to pull me awake almost instantly. For a few seconds, I lay still, trying to determine whether it was real or simply part of a dream.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, uncertainty quickly turned into curiosity. The sensation remained, and I cautiously reached behind me to investigate. What I felt was something dry and unfamiliar, with a rough texture that definitely didn’t belong on my bed. Without a clear explanation, my imagination immediately began filling in the blanks.
