I am released from my delicate sleep.
The night envelops my pupils with a thick blanket of black.
I try to slip back into slumber, but my eyes refuse to seal and my minds rebels against the proposal of going vacant.

I begin to investigate my room for inspiration of sleep.
My eyes descend upon an inexplicable object of which I cannot classify.
Darkness acts as a mask to its eyes, but I know it’s staring at me.

Seamless silence frames the room.
The object persists to examine my every reposition.
My body is as still as a stone statue under my covers.
I am the susceptible prey and it’s the ferocious predator, stalking me without even moving.

Fear jumbles my insides.
Anxiety shambles my mind.
Hour pass by like pedestrians.
The object seems to be laughing; laughing at me without even making a sound.
My eyelids are heavy, but I force myself to stay conscience.

My body is starting to get more unreliable, threating to shut down at any minute.
This little game the object insists on playing is not amusing any longer.
I have to make an end of this charade.
Confidence assembles itself inside of me.
Adrenaline courses itself through my veins.
Fear tries to pull me back into its icy grasp, but I sever its bands.
I inch toward my hope, the light.
I flip the switch.
The joy of luminosity bursts into my eyes.

My head progressively turns toward the object.
I am astounded at what I behold.
An inadequate stuffed dog stares back at me with innocent sewn on its face.
Humiliation and mortification wrap themselves around me.
I grab its lifeless body and cast it to the ground.
Though I am exceedingly infuriated, my body is weak and begs me to rest.
I scramble into bed.
The warmth of my bed sheets caress me.
Sleep is successfully reeling me in.

I glance once more at the dim light of my clock





6:50 am