Hypnopompia

After a 14 hour show day spent mostly talking with people about mostly darker art, we got home and I crashed hard, and, as I tend to do, stirred at 4 in the morning. In the dark, in the quiet of that between place of consciousness and sleep, unsure if I was in dreamland or the waking world, I suddenly got the distinct impression I was not alone, and then that someone or something was standing on my back.