100 Word Fiction Contest Entry for The Acorn Newspaper

100 words total.

     Somewhat later than usual on a bright hot August morning, a blunt beam of light, fuzzy with its glaze of dust, presses impishly through the diabolically unshaded border regions of the bedroom window of one Tommie Pinchin, a young gentleman whose parents can seldom characterize without the words 'apathetic' or 'recluse' emerging, and slashes a terrible white grin across the student's dozing eyelids. Tommie stirs, thrust awake. Contact has been made, a shining from across the sky. The beam lies satisfied. As Tommie muddles for his glasses and groans out of bed, it creeps away, out and under the doorcrack. 

Author's Note

Yes, I realize there are at least sixteen separate references in this. Consider it like a literary Where's Waldo? sort of thing.