A low, guttural groan echoed through the night, jolting me awake. My heart racing, I tossed and turned. The groan grew louder, closer. Suddenly, my cat, Mr. Whiskers, let out a terrified meow and jumped off the bed. I realized I was making the sound myself. I kept laughing about it the entire day. Everyone in my office kept asking about it. They thought that there was something sus about it. I didn't know that there would be something so noticeable about me but I guess that night about the groan changed it. My perception was changing. I wasn't a person who smiled a lot but this little incident made me smile a lot.
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