After hours of cold medicine, naps, and a few tissue boxes, I exhaustedly make my way to bed to turn in for the night. Settled into bed having forgotten to brush my teeth, I give up and give into the release of slumber. A whooshing sound and some odd lights disrupt my rest, a following thud causing my eyes to snap open. Gazing at my nightstand, I notice movement, but my bleary eyes serve no help in the dim early morning light. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and exhale a cloud of nasty air, stretching and groaning. Catching another glimpse of movement from my peripherals, I turn my head back to the bedside table and reach to flick on the lamp. The sudden illumination causes my eyes to strain, adjusting just in time to see a small figure dart behind my tissue box. Perplexed, I lean down from the edge of my mattress and lift the tissue box to find a man, no taller than an inch, staring back at me. We both pause there a moment, staring and frozen, until I realize this tiny man is wearing no clothes. I jump back, throwing my tissue box aimlessly in the direction of the bedside table, causing it to ricochet and land on the floor nearby.