Who was it coming from I was alone in my room at least I was supposed to be My heart started to pound I clutched my covers close and looked around It was dark but there was a little bit of light coming in through the slats of the blinds I could see the shapes of things My bookshelves my desk chair my desk Oh no what was that on my desk My heart pounded even harder But then I remembered my slime pet That’s all it was Phew The room was quiet again Maybe I’d imagined the rumble Maybe it
was part of a dream I didn’t think I’d been dreaming but that can happen sometimes Right when you’re between being awake and asleep you can confuse what’s real and what you made up in your head I let my eyes close again Rumble Rumble Rumble My eyelids flicked back open That was definitely NOT a dream A breeze blew through the window Something fell off my bookshelf and onto the floor It rolled over to the foot of my bed I was ready to scream for Mom or Dad if I had to But first I peeked over the edge of the bed to see what had
fallen It was the bottle of dust from Grandma Sadie Mom must’ve put it too close to the edge and the wind knocked it over Okay That was NBD as Claire would say NBD means No Big Deal I almost left the bottle there because my bed felt warm and cozy
But then I realized that I might not remember it was there in the morning I didn’t want to accidentally step on it I crawled out from under the covers and reached down to pick it up The bottle felt warm in my hands like someone else had been holding it and the warmth from their hands was on the bottle I squinted to try and see the dust It looked like nothing No that wasn’t true Not anymore Now it looked like it was sort of glowing My hand that was holding
