The Man

A shadow of a man floated into my room at 25:66 AM, running his dripping fingertips across the walls. His mouth extended, slowly, slowly, until it reached my ear. It plunged into the sea of wax and whispered, “The eggs are gone. You must get the bean toes.”

Uh Oh.

My fingernails shrunk in fear, like an anime character’s would do. My dark balls of sight wandered to the corner of the room, where the eggs laid in a pile. “Sir,” I paused to expand my thighs, preparing myself to get out of bed if needed, “The eggs are right there, in the corner. There is no need to take such drastic measures. I do believe you shou-” When I turned my head to look at him, he was gone. Knowing that the eggs were safe in the corner of my room, I shriveled up my thighs and went back to sleep.