A rush of panic propelled me out of my sleeping bag and over to the window. The dreamcatcher hung, its soft feathers swaying lightly in the morning sunshine, from a rusty nail on the inside of the frame.
I stared at it, and then looked around. The door to the hallway stood ajar.
This is the latest update in my attempt to write a story one tweet-sized installment (280 characters or less) at a time. You can read the whole thing as one continuous story here.