I awoke from my dream abruptly, startled into wakefulness.

 

Raising my head,

     the alarm clock’s red display told me that it was not yet
morning, and so I settled back into my bed. I laid my head into the smooth, warm indentation in the pillow. But something seemed wrong; a wrongness that nagged at me and which set my teeth on edge. It prevented sleep.

As I lay, motionless lest I make a sound to attract the attention of the nameless night terrors, my blanket began to twitch. Slowly it began to inch its way up my body, and no matter how I struggled, I found myself unable to prevent it covering my face.

It advanced

It pressed down against me, making my eyes feel like they were about to explode with the pressure. As the terror took over I opened my mouth to scream, but all I could feel was the

 

 

cloth

 

 

filling my mouth, choking me. Waves of hatred and malice swept over me as I lay there powerless, and my only solace was that it would soon be over.

I awoke from my dream abruptly, startled into wakefulness. Raising my head, the alarm clock’s red display told me that it was not yet morning.

 

 

 

not yet morning

 

not yet morning

 

not yet morning