My heart was pounding. I sat up. I looked around. I was back in my room, the familiar shapes outlined by the soft nightlight. Sighing, I lay back in my bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I felt a slight movement at the foot of the bed. My eyes shot open, but it was just Fireball, my cat.
“Hey Fireball,” I said. He sauntered over to me.
He looked me square in the eye, with an unnatural intelligence and said, “do you think this is a motherfucking game?”
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