I couldn’t get my head around it. I was just sitting down for my first morning coffee and there it was. Well, I hadn’t actually noticed it when I walked into the kitchen; perhaps it was the low light of the morning. I don’t get sharp until after my shower and that first coffee; if I’d walked in the kitchen about an hour later than I had, I probably would have noticed it straight off. As it was, I had just finished reading the stories above the fold on the Times front page and when I flipped it to check the weather at the bottom of the page, it coughed or growled. It was actually more of a low moan, maybe. I don’t know how to describe it any better than that. It had eyes but it seemed to be getting a gist for me through its nose. At least that’s what I thought it was; there was a sound of rapid air intake and outgo from it. I thought at first I was imagining it; early morning delirium or something. I mean, how often does a person go to bed and then get up to find a thing sitting and breathing in the kitchen. I didn’t get close enough to find out if it was dangerous and didn’t want to call anyone to come look at it for fear that I would be deemed insane–particularly if it really didn’t exist. It’s a mystery for sure.
Today’s Story A Day asked for a first-person narrative. I’ll continue the mystery tomorrow with a second-person narrative.