Get up

"Get up." A gentle wiggle of his head, very mindful about where to place her hands.

"Get up." A sense of impatience and urgency.

"Mmmm. Whyyy?"

"There's a scorpion on your head."

"Oh."

By this point, it was on his pillow. His feelings of sluggishness and slight annoyance that this critter interrupted his sleep quickly subsided under the gratuity he felt for not having been stung.

"Cool little guy. Out you go."