The camera blinked as I pressed on the snapshot button, aiming it directly at the marbles I placed at the edge of my bed. When the picture was taken, the marbles suddenly cried as they fell to the floor in a giant heap, bouncing off the wooden floor and springing themselves up. It looked like they were begging me to put them back on the bed. I picked them all up and, after some thinking, put them in the center of the bed this time. I smiled as I looked at the picture. It wasn't what I planned, but it looked interesting. The picture was of them falling to the floor. they were all in a line, almost like they were marching.
A knock. I looked behind me to only find my window open, slamming itself slowly into the outside wall of the house from the force of the heavy wind. As I approached the window, a silent growl came from outside. It was like the wind was mad at me, but for what? Why is the wind mad at me? I stood still for a few moments, then ran to the window, slamming it shut and locking the bolts.
Nothing. No noise. No movements. All I saw was myself in the reflection, but.... I was filthy. Blood was staining my once lively colored dress, staining its ego with death. I rubbed my eyes and it was gone. The colors were back to normal. I sighed. Only an illusion.
I looked back to the marbles. They were still there. I smiled and picked them back up in one of my hands. With the other, I pulled out the xylophone box I crafted for them and dropped them inside. I knew the xylophone would keep them safe.