*Knock. Knock.* You hear a knock. You wake up, hearing the faint sounds of a action movie downstairs as you get up, looking for a hand on your window. But you soon realize that wouldn't make a lick of sense, since you lived on the 5th floor. You look at the mirror and... Your reflection was not there. Then familiar hands grabbed your face. You saw.. Yourself grabbing yourself? You started to pass out as you looked down at you and said menacingly, 'ONLY ONE.' as you passed out.

Bonus:

I woke up, clenching a red eyed stuffie. I went back to sleep, but realized... I don't have any toys.