Strange little elves one night entered my room and tied me down -- it was cold. My feet were bare and I wondered where my head was. Look; a bead of sweat fell to the floor. My head was on fire. Too many times has this happened to me. I cried for some comfort only to find the bed laughing at me. My comforter was wrapped in itself and made lude gestures at me. Good Lord...why did this have to happen now? It was only 2:30.