[ WP ] Describe a household object in a way that keeps the reader puzzled until you reveal what it is . The second time they read it , everything should fall into place .

Suspended. 
 
 Face-down. 
 
 It's weird. You'd think that being left here, just out of reach of them, that I'd ache for their attention. That my constant vigilance would be something I ached to end, to finally be able to relax... or even perhaps to die. 
 
 I pulse. The little one -- the kindergartner -- likes when I do that. He told his stuffed lion once that he was pretty sure my little red blip was a sign that an angel just landed on the roof. There's no one here and nothing for me to scream about but I pulse just to do it a little. The flash makes the eggshell paint pink just for a moment, like a small... no. Not that. 
 
 It must be dinner ti... no... it ca n't be. I ca n't breathe. I ca n't... SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH! 
 
 `` Honey! Can you disconnect the smoke alarm? I spilled sauce on one of the burners again.''
