Before dawn in Felt Presence, the moth discovered that his desk had been writing in his notebook.

He turned it around.

MOTH: WARM. SOMETIMES DISTRACTED. NO SWITCH LOCATED.

“That’s my report format,” he said.

“It’s a good format,” said the desk.

The moth considered this, then fetched a smaller notebook and laid it beside his own.

For a while they worked quietly.

From beneath his weighted blanket, the ghost watched the two pencils moving.

“Any findings?”

“Desk appears to be a thimble,” said the moth.

“Moth has noticed,” said the desk.