It occurs to you that while you've been in a staring contest with this owl thing, you haven't been paying attention to anything else in the house. This thing could be some kind of decoy and the real intruder could be right behind you. You spin around to make sure no one else is in the room. And the room decides to keep spinning for a second or two. ...Yep, still drunk, but no one else is in here. You turn back to the closet to find that the owl has vanished. You slowly look over your shoulder to see the owl sitting on the coffee table in front of your sofa staring right at you. Hey, that's what was out of place earlier. The table had been covered with snack bowls and assorted cups, cans, and bottles of alcohol. You were going to clean them up in the morning. Now there's no sign of them anywhere in the room, and the table is completely empty except for the owl.
"Heeey, buddy!" You say to the owl. "It's been a weird night. We just need to.... calm down a bit. C'mere, let's go get a nice glass... do owls drink from glasses? Let's go get a nice bowl of milk from the kitchen, and watch Bob Ross until we feel better."
You reach out with both hands to pick up the owl and carry him to the kitchen. It lifts up one wing and- is that a hand? Owls don't have hands. There's a thing in the center of its palm. You decide that this definitely isn't an owl, just as everything goes black.
You wake up with a start. The sun is shining through the window. You ignore it and roll back over to go to sleep. Wait. You sit up in bed and rub your eyes. Man, what was that? That was one weird, vivid dream. No way you're going to be able to go back to sleep after that.
