Fighting the skeletons

As I woke up, it dawned on me that there was a small skeleton standing at the opposite end of the bed, staring at me. Well, thats what it seemed though upon closer inspection I came to realise that in fact, the strange little creature had evidently fallen asleep.

Absorbing the consequence of this rather bizarre aparition I watched back, while trying to discern what I should do. Should I wake it? Perhaps it was supposed to be guarding me and waking it would only make matters worse. Or should I whisk the covers off the bed and hope that in fright, it would run off, never to be seen again.

I watched. It slept. And then with deliberate consequence, the solution presented itself. And thus, I went back to sleep.