I went out onto the balcony this morning and saw this on the floor.

This thing on my balcony looked wrong. Flesh-colored, soft, still. For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I should call the police. My heart was pounding, my brain scrambling for any explanation that didn’t involve a crime scene. I took photos. I zoomed in.

I couldn’t shake the unease, so I kept circling back to the balcony, half-expecting it to suddenly continue reading …