Your entire body goes cold as the doornob turns. Even though you were on the side of the bed away from the door, and the fact that under your bed on the door side there's enough stuff to prevent anyone from spotting you, it was most likely your mom and she would check the side of the bed you had fallen off.

You had to get under the bed in order to get to safty. But before you can do anything, and before the door opens, you get harshely get pushed under it and you tumble out of the sheets, softly hitting the row of heavy boxes.

You shook your head and were about to attempt to move to see what pushed you, when the door opened. You stopped as soon as you pushed yourself up by your forelegs.

Your mom's voice spoke in that wierd language for a second. Then... dear lord... you heard YOUR OWN voice answer.

The disbeilif of this ended your panic and you peered around the boxes and through a gap.

Sure enough, you saw your mom standing in the doorway, completely oblivious to what was going on, and there was yourself, walking towards the door in your usual sleepy manor.

If they could, the words "Failiure to Process" would have flashed above your furry little head. As your mom left the doorway to go back downstairs, your dopleganger stopped, turned around, and bent down.

You were looking at yourself... except the eyes... there was something different about them. Your body then spoke, and you understood it clearly.

"I'll be back to kill you later, thanks for the body."

And then it was gone, the door closed behind it.