One Hungry Onesie

A living onesie is on the loose and stumbles upon my room! Confounded by what I'm seeing as I wake up, I examine closer why this onesie is sentient. In doing so, the hungry onesie lunges at me, eager to have its next meal. It slowly encases my entire body, including my pyjamas and squirming feet, into its small, warm insides, leaving me struggling inside.