He stood in the doorway, staring at it with the same confused expression I had. Neither of us wanted to get too close. The thing looked soft, filthy, and strange, almost like it had been slowly growing there in secret.
Dust and hair were stuck around it, which only made it look more disgusting.
Every second made my imagination work harder.
I Finally Picked It Up
After hovering over it for far too long, I knew I had to do something.
I grabbed a tissue, took a deep breath, and reached down carefully. I was half-expecting it to move. My son was watching from a safe distance, clearly ready to run if anything happened.
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