Maybe it was the wind that woke you up, or maybe the touch of coolness on your cheek from the morning dew. Or maybe it was this sentence, because it was trying to sound good. Whatever the reason, you're up now.
You open your closet and a giant hand comes out.
"Whoa!" You say. "What the heck is that?"
Then the closet morphs into a walrus. You have a feeling that this day may be your last.
You go down to eat cereal. But then you realize you have none. Now what?
