I kept staring at it trying to figure out what I was looking at.
It was dark.
It was thick.
It had a shape that seemed almost too natural to be a piece of household debris.
Then another thought crossed my mind.
Did it move.
I immediately set that idea aside.
Of course it had not moved.
The idea was probably only my imagination.
I still could not shake the feeling.
I watched it for several seconds waiting for something anything to happen.
Nothing did.
At least nothing that I could see.
My thoughts became increasingly irrational. I started wondering where it had come from. I wondered whether it had slipped through a drain. I wondered whether something had crawled into the bathroom while I was not looking.
The bathroom suddenly felt different.
A moment earlier it had been an ordinary room. It had been a place I entered without thinking.
