In the middle of the night, my roommate's bra comes to life and slips into my room. It's a naughty bra. Evil. He climbs on top of me, covers my mouth, and starts smothering me. I wake up in shock and start fighting for air. I fight a bra that is firmly attached to my face. I also use my arms and legs to tear it off. I roll over and bounce on the bed in the heat of battle. Occasionally I manage to separate the bra from my face and mouth and inhale loudly, but the bra clings to me again with a loud clap and knocks me down. The fight is uncertain.