The PRESENCE awoke me from a dead sleep.
I heard a startled "Ahhhhh!" come from deep within me as my eyes flew open to see the eyes of what could only be a serial killer two centimeters from my face.
"Hey!" the serial killer huffed. "I want some supper! Everyone else had supper but I didn't get any!"
My heart returned to my chest cavity from its temporary lodging in my throat, and I emerged from my REM sleep enough to process the situation.
"Mom," I croaked as I looked at the clock, "It's only 5:30."
"I know it, and I want my supper!" The serial killer had a serious attitude.
"No, Mom, it's 5:30 IN THE MORNING."
"Oh, it's 5:30 in the morning? Well, go back to sleep then."
Yeah. That'll really happen.