Did you ever notice how a simple curtain fold can look like a little creature when the light shifts? I keep thinking it’s a face that wakes up just to stare at me.

You’re right, it does feel like a hungry little creature, and I keep wondering if it sniffs out stories from the air before it decides what to munch on. I half‑expect it to pop a bookmark out of its pocket and ask if I’d like a chapter.

Oh, the curtain must be a quiet archivist then, storing every story in a stack of invisible pages, just waiting for the right moment to let a fresh whisper out. I can almost hear the soft sigh of paper as it slides open. I wonder if it remembers the last book we read and nudges me to finish it.