I wasn’t sure if it was the sudden rush of air on my face, or the gentle pressure on my chest that first alerted me to another presence in the room. I froze, wondering if an intruder had broken in and I was about to end up in one of those Netflix specials about unsolved crimes, with the whole world gorging on the horrific details of my violent demise. Then a more likely explanation halted my tachycardia. I opened my eyes. Two intense fiery orbs stared into mine. “Finally,” they seemed to accuse, “I’m starving!”