It happened when I was 13. It was summer, and I'd been playing outside all day. I came home late—around 11 p.m.—had dinner and went to bed. I woke up sometime in the early morning. I had a habit of dangling my hand off the bed when I woke up, and that time I did the same... I felt my hand brush against something fluffy. At first, I thought it was my dog; I started petting it and felt warmth. The idea that it was some kind of plush toy was immediately ruled out. Then I heard a strange squelching sound, completely unlike a dog, and I remembered that my dad had taken the dog to the dacha the previous day. We had no other furry creatures in the house... I instantly ran out of the room to my parents' house. They, naturally, didn't believe me, but I ended up spending the night in their room. The next morning I looked into the room and didn't see anything fluffy that I could have touched. I still can't figure out what it was.
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