the case against a midnight snack

whatever was chasing us was pure evil. it had already killed and didn't want us to be together. i could sense it stalking us in the midst of all the panicked conversation and knew in my heart of hearts that we'd be dead if we stayed in that house any longer. my head was throbbing with fear and i couldn't pack fast enough. i was in a different room when i heard her screaming, pleading with me to get to her as quick as possible. i ran out of the room with wet hair dancing in front of my eyes and down a long, narrow hallway. i had the most terrible scream lodged in my throat and the potential vibration of its eventual release pounded on the back of my eyeballs. i never made it to her and woke up instead with Fiona sleeping on top of me. the window was open and I placed  the sound of traffic from Clark. just then a cat that sounded like he was just on the other side of that open window let out one of those terrible meows cats only make in the dead of night. my body went cold and a wave of shivers rushed through me. i thought of Tigger almost instantaneously but decided against that possibility - even if the tv had been going absolutely crazy all day long. this didn't feel like a dream within a dream. Fiona was growling and i still had the taste of cereal in my mouth. there was another terrible meow and more growling. it was 1:15 and pitch black. eating before going to bed will give you bad dreams, i told myself.