It was evening. I came home tired and lay down on my bed.

After the first crack, I froze. After the second, I grabbed my phone with shaking hands. The light slid under the mattress, and my stomach dropped. Dozens of dark shapes clung to the bed slats, like a tiny graveyard I’d been sleeping on for months. I zoomed in, imagining infestations, parasites, even something rott… Continues…

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