Last night I awoke to the sound of something. Birds against the window? An item dropped upstairs? Part of a dream?
Then it came again so I got out of bed to scout around.
As I was walking by the laundry closet, again.
I opened the door to discover that a box, on the top shelf where we keep our Christmas decorations, had come open.
Miniature old world European glass ornaments, individually protected in plastic bags, were showering down on the floor.
No damage done, box relocated, and back to bed.