I got up at the usual 2:30 AM to feed Andy and Dougy. They insisted on it. Then I went back to bed.
“I’ll catch the news on television, then think about getting up for the day,” I thought. Then I went back to sleep.
Out cold to the world. Dead asleep. You can’t wake the dead from their sleep.
“Ummm…. Mothra in flames! It’s almost 8:30!” Dougy sniffed me and woke me up. (No doubt thinking, “…if he’s dead, he’s meat!”)
I hopped right out of bed.