“Dennis…” A voice whispered from the dark. “Dennis… Wake up, Dennis. We are coming.”

Dennis jolted up in a cold sweat. He turned to look at the clock. 4:22 AM, just like every morning for the last week.

“Screw it,” Dennis yawned. “I’m up. Might as well make some coffee.”

Dennis rolled out of bed, throwing his blanket to the floor. He sauntered toward the kitchen of his one bedroom apar...