Francois had a weird dream that night. He was trying to reach for some cup ramen, having the very clear feeling that they were in the wrong place, but every time he tried to take one out of the cupboard, it had vanished from his grasp. Frustrated, he crawled onto the kitchen counter to look into the cupboard to see whether there really were any cup ramen left or not, and found it to be full, but as he reached for another, the counter promptly vanished under his feet and he fell, screaming.<br/><br/>Francois woke, sweaty and entangled in his sheets. The glare from his phone showed 03:43. He groaned, turned on his side, and went back to sleep.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">:-:-:</div><br/>When Francois got up the next morning, he could not shake the odd feeling in his body. Something felt off; like a rotten smell from nowhere lingering in his nostrils. Grabbing a bun with raspberry jam, he turned to the living room to collapse in his lime green sofa like the night before - and stopped dead in his tracks. He knew for a fact that he had left an empty cup ramen on the stereo. He took a few steps closer. Yes, there it was - a ramen track; a circle of grease vaguely indicating where it had been. Had it fallen down? No, it wasn't on the floor. Francois sank into the sofa, chewing the bread thoughtfully. The window had been open during the night -<span style="font-style: italic">oops</span>- had the cat come in and taken it?<br/><br/>It was the only plausible explanation. A few minutes later, he heard a familiar meow, and the fluffy, cream-colored cat hopped in through the window. Francois gestured at the stereo. "Did you steal my ramen, bud?" The cat looked at the stereo and hissed. Francois' eyebrows perked. "Damn, I'm not mad, man, I just asked." Clearly offended, the cat's bushy tail stood straight up. Francois watched incredulously as the cat just sat and declared the stereo to be its mortal enemy, hissing viciously at it, but not going any closer than it was.<br/><br/>"You hungry, bud?" Francois asked the cat. Normally, the cat would follow him into the kitchen at the slightest suggestion of food, but it was as if someone had petrified it. Its eyes were huge and staring straight at something invisible. With a sigh, Francois squeezed a bit of wet food into a small bowl and put it near the window - the cat clearly wasn't going to come get it if it meant passing the made-up barrier by the stereo. As he went to throw out the empty bag, Francois froze - the cup ramen was in the trash. He turned to stare at the mad cat, gobbling down the food by the window as if its life depended on it. It immediately leaped out the window as soon as the bowl was clean.<br/><br/>"What on Earth is going on?" He mumbled to himself.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">:-:-:<br/><a href="https://i.imgur.com/98ricJo.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="https://i.imgur.com/98ricJo.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a></div>