"Okay, fine, I'll sleep." I tell my body, and close the beautifully blue screen to my laptop, set it on the ground, and lay over my covers for a change. It's too hot, but, for safety measures I stick my feet under the blankets, I'm still in my jeans and shirt, and I refuse to get up to change or remove them, because I had finally found a comfortable enough spot, and my eyelids are fighting to stay open.
My door's open with the hall light on, like it usually is so my dog can mosey in and out if he chooses to sleep in my room, but my room light is off just how I've gotten used to liking it. My eyes win and not two seconds later I'm in a heavy sleep, but what feels like five seconds later, I'm getting that sensation I can't stand, and my mind and body starts to panic.
Soon I'm engulfed in paralysis.
And that's when he shows up, so familiar, but different this time, he's at my door, how he usually arrives, But it's not Him. It's someone else, with the same intent, Someone I've only met twi