My eyes fly open.

It’s pitch dark, which is already weird. I never wake up before my circadian alarm clock of 8am.

Nope. Don’t need the WC either. Why the hell am I awake?

I look over to my bedside - which I can’t see - and don’t sense anything strange or unusual.

Whatever. I drag my annoyance to the pillow and attempt in sink back into slumber.

No. I heard it for sure this time. Something is in the room.

I angrily get up, becoming increasingly frustrated my precious and rather sacred bedtime is being disturbed (which massively helps, I’m incredibly terrified) swoosh the lightswitch on,

and there, on the other side of the room, is a levitating monk.

Or a wizard…monk. Of slightly indescribable appearances. And they aren’t saying anything, they’re just pointing at the bedside table-

What the hell is that?

It’s an obsidian coloured matt black sphere with textured scales running from the base to the tip. Almost looks like some kind of big tech prototype for an easter egg that can talk or something.

And there’s that sound that’s been destroying my sleep.

This dull thunk. It’s so loud for something so small, but it’s definitely coming from the egg thing.

A hand grips my shoulder.

I turn around, inches away from the monk’s face. I nearly jump into the ceiling out of shock, but the stunning effect of the surprise paralyses my fight or flight.

The monk opens their mouth, looks me in the eyes and very, very slowly says:

“April Fools.”

April Fools?? This was a prank? And who was this-

A loud poof interrupts my thoughts as the monk, the egg and the weird sparkly magic in the room disappears.

What a wild Thursday night.