You're trying to fall asleep, as one usually does around 11 at night. One thing itching at the back of your mind, however, is the rustling you can swear you hear coming from under your bed. It's just the cat, you tell yourself, and eventually wrestle your consciousness into submission for the night.

That is, of course, until a while later, when you wake up to roll over. You don't even have to open your eyes to feel something big and warm pressed into your back, an arm draped over your waist, and a hot breath on your neck.