My room is spotless, but I’m still agitated. The anger never really left, and with this sudden realization, i want to hit something. Or a certain someone. But that would blow any kind of cover I have, so instead I stick to some heavy lifting to vent my anger.

Starting with the dresser, I move my furniture around. Michelle might get mad when I move her stuff, but that’s something the treacherous wench can get over.

After the dresser, I start on my bed. Halfway across the room my foot knocks against something with such force i wind up sprawled across the previously made sheets. Cursing softly, I look down to discover discrepencies in the wood. Feeling the floor, I find the notch I must of tripped over where what looks like a door hasn’t fully closed. It must have opened while i was pushing the bed, so it had to have been under the frame, or I would have noticed it before.

Tempted to open it, but afraid of what’s inside, I hesitate. Whoever hid this didn’t want it found. What if it’s booby-trapped?