“Who are you?” bellowed the stony being. “You don’t belong here.”
Maurice tried to answer but his throat was parched and his tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth.
“Speak!” roared the giant.
He perceived the giant could not see him and had only a vague idea of his location. The giant walked closer and closer until his shadow fell on Maurice. His blood ran chill as a deathly coldness overtook him.
“Maurice! MAURICE! Wake up!”
He opened his eyes to find the dawn sky, a cold fire, and his next door neighbor wearing red pajamas staring at him and holding a pitchfork. His watch read 6:06:06 A.M.