It’s strange how quickly the ordinary can fracture. One moment, the bathroom is a place of routine—a blur of showers, mirrors, and rushing mornings.
Continue Reading »The next, a small, pulsing shape on the floor tears through that illusion. Seeing the leech there, so out of context, felt like the room itself had lied.
If this could appear unnoticed, what else have we been stepping around without ever seeing?
In the days that followed, the bathroom changed without changing at all.
The tiles were the same, the drain unchanged, yet our relationship with them was different.
We paused before turning on the light. We scanned the corners. We listened to the silence.
That single encounter became a quiet reminder that our “safe” spaces are never completely sealed off from the wild,
persistent life outside—and sometimes, it only takes one tiny, writhing intruder to make us finally look.