Premonition
Sally held her hand over the shelf in her closet for a long moment. " What is it?" she wondered, looking intensively at a black object tucked under her white pajamas. The next moment she was holding a small, black notebook, not knowing where did it come from, who did it belong to, and how did it find its way to her closet. It was a late evening and Sally had a long day behind her. She was tired and languid, but this discovery had sharpened her attention. She kept looking at the small, black cover with interest. It had no inscription. The nicely rounded, thin spine of the book was holding a bundle of white pages. Sally was turning the small black thing in her hands as if waiting for permission to open it. If there were some answers to her questions, she could only find them inside. Sally lowered her head and carefully opened the notebook. But there was nothing inside. Not a single letter or a mark. All pages had a smooth surface, and they reminded Sally of the paper she used to preserve food. Sally realized how tired she was. She placed the notebook on the nearby table and reached for her pajamas.
