There was a small black hole in the room. Weird. Who would put a black hole inside a room? At first I paid no attention. But then it wouldn't go away. Day and night, The black hole was always there. I tried to put a rag on it and keep it covered. But then I'd stumble upon it every time I tried to cross the room and get out. I knew its exact place, but still… I'd trip and jolt and sometimes fall flat on my face. I would never leave my room on those days. I wouldn't even bother to go around the rag either. It was as if the hole was made of a magnet that kept pulling me towards it. And one day! After I had fallen on it once again, I said no more! This is enough! I decided to take away that rag and look at the hole right in the eye. Naaah, it was too dark, I couldn't make out anything from up there. I had to lean over and look closer.