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The soft morning light was streaming through the window when Sarah noticed some movement behind the curtains. At first glance, they appeared to be ordinary squirrels, two tiny figures seeking shelter from the early spring chill. Their fuzzy tails were wrapped around each other as they nestled in what looked like a makeshift home.
Each time she glanced their way, they seemed to be performing an adorable dance of sorts, gathering bits of fluff and arranging them just so. Their tiny paws worked with surprising precision, and their whiskers twitched with each careful movement.
However, when she looked closely at the animals, she suddenly got the shock of her life…
Sarah, 44, couldn’t have asked for a better morning. After months of struggling with insomnia, she’d finally managed to sleep through the night. The luxury of waking up naturally, without an alarm, felt like a forgotten pleasure.
At the start of the day
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Her teenage son and husband had just embarked on their annual winter adventure, leaving her to savor the rare gift of solitude. A whole week stretched before her, filled with endless possibilities and no obligations.
The house felt different already, wrapped in a peaceful silence that seemed to promise days of relaxation ahead. Unfortunately, this freedom would not last long.