Owen was sound asleep, snug in the comfy bottom bunk with Nosy snoozing above when there was an alarmed squeak from overhead and something fuzzy slid under his duvet, scaring the life out of him.
With a decidedly girly shriek, he scrambled away from the intruder, got tangled in his bedding and fell out of bed, hitting his head on the bedside table and knocking it over with a resounding crash.
“What the hell was that for?” He eyed the quivering, duvet covered mound on his bed as something soft fluttered around his head in the half-light.
“A moth? Seriously?”