6am Toons

“Mummy, wake up. Mummy wake up!”

I groggily opened my eyes to my 4-year-old looking quite frantic.

“Mummy,” she began to cry.

I got up, worried.

“What is it dear?”

“It’s Tom, he wants me.”

“Tom?” I asked puzzled.

She tugged at my arm and pulled me to the lounge. I peered warily into the room. My daughter pointed towards the TV. Tom was chasing Jerry in the usual fashion.

I sighed.

“Sweety, it’s just a cartoon. Tom is cat and Jerry is a mouse. Cats chase mice okay, not people.”

She was quiet, staring at something beind me, tears still flowing.

I bent down to her level to hold her, when I heard a knock.

Another knock.

I turned around to see the ainmated cat knocking on the TV screen from the inside. He stopped when he noticed me.

“Hello Karen,” it spoke.

The TV screen cracked like a window.

Tom smirked.

I screamed.