"Wakey wakey, you really are an amazing sleeper, you know? Hey, I said wake up!" (booom) "Ooohh, so spooky." When my eyes were awake again, I looked at my left hand and noticed it was clenched into a fist. It slammed into the floor, and only one thing was on my mind: 'What the hell woke me up?' I had the same dream as before, or maybe it was more like a continuation. Now that I am awake, I can't remember anything. I should kill whatever woke me up, but instead, I did my best to try and fall asleep again. Even though I don't remember, I know I don't want to wake up from that amazing dream, but…
"Are you awake yet? I just saw your hand hit the floor, so I know you're awake, hey, hey!"
"SHUT YOUR ************* MOUTH, YOU ****************!" I continued, yelling every insult I knew, both in the common language and the meekat tongue, until I was completely out of breath.
"Whoa, I didn't know you enjoyed sleep that much. Sorry, weak one, my fault. But still, who the hell do you think you are?" With these words, I was sure without a doubt that my brain went into overdrive. "Is it a captor? But they didn't disturb me before, and if they wanted to, there's no way they would say 'wakey wakey.' That only means it is another creature, a captive." As soon as I came to this conclusion, I stood up from the floor I was lying on and looked in the direction the voice came from (I was at the right side of my cage, that is to say, my left). I was a few feet away from my jail bars, and they looked closer, with less space between them compared to my former jail bars. I looked through their narrow space to see the creature who had been calling out to me, and I froze. "A member of the weak races!" Though that may not sound powerful, compared to me, who is a member of the weakest races category, it was like a lion to a rat.