In the sudden flare of the candle's flame, she noticed a trail of wet footprints leading from the open window to the closet door.
When she regained her composure, she could see the potato chip crumbs from the night before were still under the bed.
She knew she was imagining the footprints because she was aware she was in a dream she'd had many times before so she decided to look out the window.
Still prostrated to the floor, mind unresponsive, her body jerked unconsciously toward the wild fire growing from the corner of the room. Her right arm, unfurled, near the biting flames.
And there she lie, burnt and broken, while the rabbit's water supply was filled with litter.
The light illuminated her body in a mirror placed close to where she was standing.
After she had her unfortunate accident, she regained consciousness soon enough to realize that she was being engulfed with flames.
In a panic she reached for the large book end on her shelf and searched for her phone with her other hand.
Meanwhile at the legion of doom, a watermelon man was pooping schnitzel into the cute rabbit's water supply.