Staring at the blank page he wondered about the small holes (they were perfectly round), and how they got there.
If he tore at their edges a little, gently, of course, would he find the source of his haunting?
And, of course, he always woke at that moment. One of the greatest of human accomplishments, waking at the “wrong” time. Addition: always.
While busy eye rolling to himself, he sub consciously made some tea.