Bacon for the Living

Mathias was sprawled on his bed, a mess of limbs and twisted sheets, a foot hanging off the edge carelessly. He had less fallen asleep and more passed right the hell out. Admittedly the smell of bacon was what brought him back to the land of the living. Not enough to open his eyes but make a vague sound to indicate he was still alive and not murdered in the night. “Time izzit …” He asked face down on his pillow.