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The walls are sighing in their sleep, The floor is shifting under me. The bookshelf shudders when I pass, Did it just move? Maybe. Maybe not. The window hums a steady tone, The curtains twitch, but I’m alone. The ceiling fan just cracked a joke— But I don’t get it. Was it spoke? The room is breathing, I swear it’s true. Inhale, exhale—like it’s waiting too. I hold my breath to catch it in the act— But the ceiling fan just laughs right back.
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"This is fine. This is normal. Everything is exactly as it should be." The walls are sighing in their sleep, The floor is shifting under me. The bookshelf shudders when I pass, Did it just move? Nah, it’s just gas… The window hums a steady tone, The curtains twitch, but I’m alone. The ceiling fan just cracked a joke— But I don’t get it. Was it spoke? Is it breathing? (Breathing… breathing…) Is it waiting? (Waiting. Watching. Waiting…) Every corner’s got a secret, And it’s watching. (Watching… watching…) The room is breathing, I swear it’s true. And it’s keeping time with me and you. I hold my breath to catch it in the act— But the ceiling fan just laughs right back. The lamp blinks twice like it’s in pain, The doorframe whispers, says my name. I shift my weight, the floorboards groan— Like I just stepped on something’s bones. The clock won’t tick, but I swear it’s aware, It’s holding its breath just to see if I care. I blink too long—the lights all dim. Did they just move? Or is it me and not them? Is it breathing? (Breathing… breathing… breathing…) Is it waiting? (Waiting. Watching. Waiting… waiting…) Is it counting every second That I’m staying? (Staying. Staying. Staying…) The room is breathing, I swear it’s true. And it’s keeping time with me and you. I hold my breath to catch it in the act— But the ceiling fan just laughs right back. "It’s fine. It’s normal. Everything is exactly as it should be." "You don’t belong here... You don’t belong here... You don’t—But we’ll make space. We’ll make space. We’ll make—" The room is breathing, I swear it’s true. And it’s keeping time with me and you. I hold my breath to catch it in the act— But the ceiling fan just laughs right back. "You’re part of it now."
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