Clear the kitchen table

Deciding to be helpful, you look over to the small table in the corner of the kitchen area with it's clutter of items to be put away. Focusing your thoughts, you reach out to grab a small box. To your satisfaction, the box lifts into the air. You move it over to the counter and then get to work clearing some space on the table for people to eat.

As Cherie prepares breakfast, she suddenly notices something out of the corner of her eye. She turns and looks at a small box in your hand, though to her it's clearly hovering in the air. Her eyes widen in disbelief, and her heart skips a beat, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

She freezes, her breath catching in her throat as she stares at the floating box, her mind racing. She swallows hard, her throat dry, as she tries to rationalize what she's seeing. You slowly put it down with the others you've already moved, Cherie's eyes tracking its movement in disbelief.

Cherie's hands tremble slightly as she reaches for the coffee pot, her movements now less confident and more cautious. She glances around the kitchen, her eyes darting to the windows and doors, half-expecting to see someone or something that could explain the phenomenon. But the kitchen remains quiet, the only sound the hum of the microwave.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and continues with her tasks, her eyes occasionally flicking back to the now cleared table and the stack of boxes that used to be on it now sitting innocuously, a silent testament to the supernatural presence in their new home. Cherie's mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. She wonders about the intentions behind the ghostly activity, questioning whether it's a friendly gesture or something more sinister.