With a few dexterous flips of its tail, the snake managed to fold the newspaper more neatly then I could manage with my two hands. He picked it up in his mouth and slithered off the bed, heading for the door.
Shortly after, I heard some clattering that sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. Was he making coffee?
I stood in the bathroom doorway and stared at the unmade bed. “This must be a dream,” I said outloud.
I threw on my house coat and shuffled out into the living room in my bunny slippers.
It was empty but the TV was on with the volume muted.
I pushed open the door to the kitchen and the snake was indeed making coffee. He was coiled on the counter and had the tip of his tail through the handle of the coffee pot.
“Coffee?” he asked.
I shook my head. Then changed my mind. Maybe coffee would help. He flicked open a cupboard wth his tail and took out my favorite mug. Sitting it on the counter, he poured it full of coffee.
Just then the doorbell rang. “They’re early,” said the snake.