He is an inert block, vacuum sealed in sleep.
The point of a cat, a hiss, punctures the seal
airless dreams release skin tight confines
of his movements. The Big Cheese struggles
groggily, brings translucent sac loosely
to his knees, melts back to snores.
Cat on his pillow, mouth stretched wide
as a cobra before strike, meows:
Hey, Old Cheddar, Need Food now.