Proud of her plant, she brought it to show-and-tell the next day. She forgot it there, where it then stayed abandoned in the hallway for the next week, shriveled and died.
Worse, something was creating some new kind of noise and I didn’t like it at all. It was like echoey watery whispers any time it was misty or cloudy. It filled my senses during the thickest parts of moonrise. I needed my sleep!