Joe's Breakfast

Joe was hungover and troubled by vanishing dreams. He'd also heard strange noises in the night but been too drunk to rouse. Till now.

He looked outside. All was still, the light gray. He heard nothing. Not even birds.

Joe took breakfast from the freezer. He read the instructions, blinking.

1. Cut slit in overwrap.
2. Heat on high, 4 min.
3. Stir eggs.
4. Heat 2 min.
5. Enjoy. They'll be here soon.

He shook his head. The fifth instruction was gone. Outside, he heard a rising, wailing chorus. So. They were coming.

Joe sighed. He opened the microwave.