When I had finally got myself to pull away from the Academy Awards/Oscars to do some psychology reading, I was instantaneously interrupted about a page deep. I suddenly heard a sound that was faintly familiar to the ones I remember hearing back home within the walls... tiny squeaks. My first instinct was to associate with them with rodents. I had asked Grace if she was hearing these same sounds, which she was, but had only thought it was sounds coming from my pencil. Judging by our faces, it was a telepathic mutual agreement that it was a little creature. 10 seconds later, I found myself on the other side of the room in Grace's bed crouching behind her and grabbing her hood like a baby monkey clinging on to its mother or like Bella Swan clinging onto Edward Cullen as they soared through the Pacific Northwest, same thing. Now before you call me a pussy, in my defense, I would like to add that this sound was coming from the direction closest to my bed and I happen to sleep on the end of my bed. And as for the clinging, well that was just absolutely unnecessary so you can call me out on that one. As the sounds kept occurring through the night, we tried to further explore where exactly it was coming from and it was concluded that whatever it was, it was no way inside the room and that was all that mattered. However, judging by the sounds it is not made by one 'thing' but it was definitely a collaborative effort. Case closed, until tomorrow.
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