“What’s that?” I looked for the noise. It was somewhere between a mouse’s whisper and the shrill tinnitus of an overtaxed electronic adapter. But the power was out.
Something scuffled across my shins. Pointing my phone’s flashlight after it, I let out a breath. “Just the dog.”
“There it is again.” Eyes closed, I cupped my hands over my ears to pinpoint the direction. The sound stopped, like a cricket when you get too close.
That’s when I saw it sitting on the shelf, amongst the clutter. “Is that you, Furby?”
Furby’s eyes snapped open just as my phone’s battery died.
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