div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span style="font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap. /spanThe sound of tapping wakes me up from my slumber. span style="font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap. /spanI groan and roll over, tapping the screen of my phone twice, making the screen of my phone light up to show the time. I wince as the light blinds me. 3:30. The witching hourspan style="font-style: italic;"./span I offhandedly think,span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" and my thoughts are interrupted by another set of taps. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"My head shoots around to the direction the sound is coming from. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap./spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" I slowly get up out of the bed, placing my feet on the floor and slowly rising. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"I walk quietly, lightly, to the bathroom door. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"I raise my hand to the door handle and stop, suddenly frozen with fear. What if something is behind the door?/spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;" /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"I think to myself. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"TAP TAP TAP. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"I jump, the sound is much louder than before. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"TAAP TAP TAP./spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;" It's coming more frequently now. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"I take a deep breath and throw open the door, turning on the lights quickly. I am breathing heavily as I look around the room. It stopped... I chuckle to myself for getting so worked up over nothing. I turn the lights off, climb back into bed and shut my eyes. As I'm drifting off, I hear something quiet, barely audible. /spanspan style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-style: italic;"Tap tap tap. /span/div
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div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span style="font-style: italic;"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. /spanI open my eyes and sigh to the sound of my alarm. Time to get up and ready for the dreary day. Every morning I wake up at 7AM on the dot. Take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go into the kitchen to make the same breakfast. Two eggs, one piece of toast, a link of sausage, and a cup of coffee, cream and sugar. After breakfast, if I have time, I read a couple of chapters of whatever book I am currently reading. Then my 8:30, I'm out the door and off to work. Then again, at work it is the same old routine every day. Come in at nine, have the bosses coffee sitting on his desk by the time he walks in at 9:05. Go sit at my desk at the front of the firm, listen to any messages I have left over from the previous day, and the rest of my day is answering phones and listening to my boss speak about how important he is. A lot of span style="font-style: italic;"mhm's /spanand span style="font-style: italic;"uhuh's /spanlater five o'clock finally hits and it's time to clock out and head back home. I come home, eat whatever takeout I've picked up, and go to bed, getting ready to repeat again the next day. But this morning, this morning was a little bit different. Maybe I was looking, searching, no, span style="font-style: italic;"begging/span for something out of the ordinary. Something special, different, to put a little spark in my day. This morning after I took my shower, dried my hair, and brushed my teeth, I noticed something. Something small, I probably wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't been examining the huge pimple on my chin. On the mirror, there were span style="font-style: italic;"fingerprints. /spanNow, I know this may not seem like much, but I've lived int his house for five years and I never once have touched the glass besides wiping it down with a cloth. Nor have I ever noticed any fingerprints on it. And yes, I live alone. No visitors either. So, I did what any rational person would do. I grabbed a washcloth out of the cabinet and wipe down the mirror. Only, the fingerprints wouldn't come off. After a lot of scrubbing, I finally realized why. The fingerprints were on the span style="font-style: italic;"inside/span of the mirror./div