Even before I had snuggled back in, I heard strange fluttering noises from where I had just been and felt something land on the bed right next to my face. Thinking it was some sort of large insect or something else nasty, I quickly bolted upright, hopped out of bed and grabbed a magazine from out of my closet to swat whatever had fallen. When I turned on the light, though, I could see that it looked like nothing more than scraps of paper. There were even a couple slightly curled pieces still sticking to blind that I had just pulled down.

Hesitantly, I walked over to the edge of the bed and started looking at what lay there and on the floor. They were all roughly the same size (about half the size of a regular sheet of paper) handwritten notes of some sort. I reached up and pulled down the few still stuck to the blind and compared them all side by side. Although the paper and handwriting were the same, there was a distinct difference in the tone of each sheet to the others. Upon further inspection, I noticed that dates had been written in the same, small script in the upper right-hand side of each page. Sure enough, when lined up by date, the paper formed almost a perfect progression in tones of paper. The oldest ones (from almost 20 years earlier) were the lightest, while the newer entries were still fairly dark.

There was no real pattern to the dates either. Over the course of 25 or so sheets, sometimes the date would jump only a couple months, while one break lasted over 3 years. Thinking that there were more to the collection, I turned on the lights in my apartment and opened the rest of the blinds, hoping to find something more. There wasn't anything else, though, and I made my way back to my earlier find.