You wake up screaming, only to find yourself once more surrounded by those dreaded voices. But this time they speak in a more livid tone, it was as if they were angered by your very presence. Then you hear something else, a pulse. It’s faint at first, but within time it gets louder, and louder, until it’s almost deafening. It drowns out the voices; it drowns out your own abject screams of terror. You can’t make sense of anything, reality begins to crumble and time itself crawls to a standstill. As your very existence is being erased from this universe only one thought pervades throughout what is now your jumbled clusterfuck of a mind, “Waffles. I would really love some waffles right about now.”