it's perfectly normal to feel an ominous sense of dread, like something awful is about to happen to you. stuff like that happens to people all the time
i love the time-honored national tradition of having amanda gorman appear every year or so to deliver to a national audience the worst poem you've ever heard
if i ever found out a mouse lived in my home, and he had a small archway in the wall, and he lived in there with small, real furniture, and he ventured out nightly to get one olive or a small wedge of cheese. i would stop at nothing to end his life. i would spare no expense