depicting normality

Tom woke up pretty early. The bus rocked smoothly on the move, they are still going. He rolled over onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. Keith... No matter how hard he and his brother try not to make noise, you can't fence off the audio accompaniment of violent sex with curtains... A week... a whole week will have to endure somehow.

Suddenly, Tom felt something jump onto his bed. Something like a cat, moving gently and silently. He raised his head, puzzled. Austin stayed at home... there couldn't be any other animals here. He took a closer look and saw - at the feet, in the twilight of the sleeping niche, something swirled like a small gray cloud, like thick smoke from a fire. Strange, but for some reason this did not frighten him, but only surprised him.

A puff of smoke began to approach, shimmering in shades of gray and blue, hovering over Tom's stomach. The younger Sparks reached out his hand, for some reason very heavy, as if poured with lead, and tried to touch the a