children of the morn

I quietly woke up early this morning with the lights off. I quietly got dressed to go to the gym with the lights off. I quietly walked toward the kitchen with the lights off. As I quietly turned the corner, I saw the solemn figure of a two foot personage standing in the middle of the kitchen staring at the floor with the lights off. I half expected to see glowing red eyes slowly look up at me and command levitating knives to suddenly dart into my bowels spilling my innards for the little devil's morning snack. Instead, it was only Greggory. He wanted some toast and milk.

--Weston