fiber

I’m cleaning up my paint brushes and trays. I saw a shadow move from the kitchen as I entered. The room was a lot cooler than the living area. At the sink I feel someone behind me, they moved from right to left. As I looked to my left I hear “ishawa” whispered to the right of me. Quickly I looked to my right and I feel a cold brush of air on my left arm. Floating down from the ceiling is this black hair fiber thing. It looked like a hair until I examined the picture. It appears to be a fiber up close. The voice was the first female I’ve always heard. Her and the second male have been near recently but not too vocal.

Until now.

fiber

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