You open your eyes, sweating tears. The scorching heat from the sun of your overhead window usually pulls you out of your bedtime canister, but you realize that it's still night. The window that you're sleeping below is lodged open just enough so that a sprinkled walrus could sliver through. The thought makes you shake like a vibrating flip phone.
"Hello?" You call up to the sky peeking through the hole. "I'm just in here!". The Stars stare back with dotted expressions. You get up to close the window just as you here a loud plinth from the roof.
"Sugarplum is that you?" You call to your Lebanese featherless birdie. No response. You grab tall cup to stand on top of as you sot yourself up onto the roof. Your head pops out and the breeze swishes your bald hair into your mouth with warm, wet wind. Turning in circles you see nothing and you wonder if Sugarplum has indeed escaped. Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable living in your cardboard box.
"Baby you there?" You call out again. This time you hear a small peep. Like the type a cow makes when its underwater. Perplexed you spin to face the noise and right there on your roof is blanket bundled up like a tight tortilla containing rice.
"Oh my!" You shout out. It wiggles a little bit but looks clearly stuck. "Oh my!" You call out to it a little louder. The helpless blanket bundle begins to slowly slide down the roof. A small eep escapes from it. It's headed right for where your head is sticking out. You try to hustle down from your cup but the bundle is increasing in speed. It hits you like an apple when it falls from a bookshelf. Ouchie!
You scramble to the ground as the bundle slides into your room and lands with a thud. "Unmask yourself!" You shriek pointing your sharp fish tank at it. It stays still with an occasional wiggle every few seconds. You decide that you must unmask it yourself. Creeping over you begin to unwind the blanket revealing sparkling skin. Tattoos cover what appears to be an arm. You continue unwinding, unleashing a majestic beauty, naked except for a diaper and knapsack. It's sprawled out onto the floor and it looks up at you with sparkling eyes. "W-what are you?" You manage to ample out. It shuffles up and stretches it's back, revealing flawless muscle in all the right places.
"They call me Andy." It says holding out its perfect hand in a fist that defies human nature. "Andy Biersack". You give it a fist bump. The skin on its knuckles against yours feels like every belly rub you've ever received but a hundred times better. You try to think of something to say but it's too late. Andy grabs the blanket and climbs out of your overhead window back onto the roof.
"Wait don't leave!!!" You call, climbing up too. You scan the roof and see nothing. Tears begin to pour down your cheeks when you realize that you may never see it again. "ANDY!!!" You scream. And scream. And scream again. It doesn't seem likes its coming back so you lower yourself back into your bedroom sniffling. Something squishes beneath your feet. It feels wet. You look down jumping back in shock. You smushed Sugarplum.
