Olek's room was silent. The moon was shining through the window and a colourful backpack stood on a chair. Suddenly, quiet giggles could be heard from the backpack. - Ssss, is everyone awake already? - whispered the green crayon. - I haven't slept for a long time! - replied the notebook paper, bending its corner. - Me too, me too! - danced the sharpener. All the objects in the backpack woke up and started talking. The pen was very excited. - I have a proposition! We'll escape from the backpack and see what's outside Olek's room! Maybe we'll end up in the kitchen or... in the garden? Eraser was a little scared: - But what if Olek spots us? What if we lose our way? - You live once," stated the courageous pencil. - Who is with me? Suddenly they heard a strange rustling. The zip moved of its own accord and whispered: - Shh... Someone is opening the door to the room! I don't think it's Olek... All the subjects froze in suspense, listening for footsteps in the darkness.