One night you couldn’t sleep. So to try to make yourself tired you stayed up doing work.

As you sat down just staring at the lonesome candle that’s lighting the room dimly, a gust of wind blows the window open and the candle out. The moon fills the room with light..

A book falls from your bookshelf. It made a loud thud. You look to see what caused the disturbance..

“Sorry. I was going to put it back.” A.. human.. Fox.. thing just stares at you and points at the book that fell.