You find yourself with a weird book.

You feel like you've read it, but you know you've never seen it before. You read it cover to cover, but it's contents remain unknowable to your waking mind. It's only lasting impression is a small bundle of items. Have books always done this?

Here's what you have:

The items pull the light from the room. You hold them close. You know you'll need them later. You pry up the tile in the corner of your room where you keep your other book, and hide your new, strange thing.

You go to your bed and sleep.