Getting an exotic bitty was possibly the best thing in your life.

His name was Error. Sure, he was short-tempered once provoked and demanding, but was usually quite calm and slept most of the day. Even snuggled up with you occasionally. It was getting near the colder seasons of December, too.

However, one day you were laid out on your bed, when suddenly.. You felt a tiny hand smack your cheek. And a little bitty.

"Wake up. If I can’t sleep, you can’t."