Trust Me, I'm the Police
A guttural sound woke Sarah up from a dead sleep causing her to spill her bed sheets on the floor. Her cat, Bits, that curls up cozily on her chest at night flung off her in her fit as she could no longer feel his weight on her. Feeling around her bed in the dark room for her phone until her hand wraps around it causing its screen to illuminate her area. Wait, she thinks. Where is Bits? Again, she hears the same guttural sound that disturbed her sleep earlier coming from the corner of her bedroom. Sarah uses the flashlight on her phone to find the sound is Bits who, instead of groaning at her for flailing him off her chest, is curled into a tight U-shape in fright.
