another sleepless night, and you're up late scrolling through social media and watching random trashy romance movies from the 1980s. or 1990s. hard to tell. unfortunately, you quickly run out of hidden snacks in your drawer and are forced to leave the comfort of your blankets to get more. you quickly throw your feet in a pair of slippers and walk downstairs. when you get down there, you hear a strange noise. like something tearing. you peek around the corner and, dimly illuminated in the moonlight from outside, there's a man. standing in your kitchen. you shout and turn on the light, and he's standing there drinking out of your new milk carton. he screams louder than you, as if he's shocked.