You stir slightly, but ultimately your lovely dream of your future acts of heroism and the comfort of your borrowed bed lures you back to sleep with ease.
"Wake up."
Something slams into your cheek, hard, giving off a loud smacking sound and violently forcing you into a half-awake state. Slowly adjusting to the world, you feel a weight on you that wasn't there before, one far too far and concentrated to be your blanket. Your eyes barely grasp the outline of a figure in your room.
"Awake now?"
Recognising the noise that stirred you as the whispers of an intruder, you quickly shake your head to force away the desire of resting. You blink a few times. The unwelcome visitor soon takes form before you, identity illuminated by the midnight moonlight.
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