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I woke up a little bit earlier than usual today, as my restless night of sleep left me tossing and turning. Determined to make the most of the day, I decided to start my morning routine ahead of schedule. With each step - waking up, taking a refreshing bath, changing into my work attire, and enjoying a slice of warm toast - I found myself ready for the challenges that lay ahead at my job.

As a dedicated handyman, I never shy away from any task that needs my attention. Some weeks, I find myself working tirelessly all seven days, taking pride in my ability to solve problems and help others. Other weeks, though less demanding, still keep me occupied with projects and repairs. In fact, I am the proud owner of a small shop that I established through hard work and dedication.

Today, however, the atmosphere felt unusually quiet, with very few customers venturing into my shop. It was during this lull that I began to sense a mysterious presence lurking in the shadows. Initially, I dismissed it as mere imagination, assuming that I was alone in the shop. Nonetheless, as time passed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched intently by an unknown eye. A chill ran down my spine, and my throat tightened as if deprived of moisture, causing me to struggle for breath. The room seemed to constrict around me, the walls closing in, making it increasingly difficult to breathe freely.

Overwhelmed by this unsettling sensation, I hastily rushed out of the shop, desperate for a breath of fresh air. Gasping and coughing loudly, I fought to replenish my lungs with the life-giving oxygen they craved. With my eyes wide open, searching for solace, I instinctively looked up toward the infinite expanse of the heavens, praying for relief.

Fortunately, my prayers were answered as I managed to take a deep breath, feeling the life force surge through my body once again. Gazing downward, taking solace in the stability of the ground beneath me, I placed my hands on my knees and focused on the gentle rhythm of my inhalations and exhalations, slowly re-establishing a sense of equilibrium.

"What could possibly be happening?" I pondered to myself, a mix of confusion and apprehension clouding my thoughts. Returning to the familiar confines of my shop, everything seemed to have returned to normal, as if the unsettling episode had never taken place. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I took a seat to steady my nerves and regain my composure.

Still plagued by unanswered questions, I found myself once again contemplating the bewildering turn of events. "What on earth is going on?" I asked aloud, hoping the silent walls of my shop would provide me with some insight.

As the seconds passed, the silence enveloped me, leaving me with only my thoughts and the unanswered question hanging in the air. With a mix of trepidation and determination, I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, searching for the truth amidst the enigmatic shadows that seemed to be haunting my otherwise ordinary day.


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