Thinking it was Alvar's restless hand, she sleepily muttered, "Alvar, enough already."
But as she turned her head, she saw his perfect, peacefully sleeping face.
Something was wrong. Alvar hadn't moved, so what was that slithering sensation beneath the sheets?
Feeling the smooth, cool surface, occasionally wet, her skin prickled with goosebumps, and she jumped out of bed in a flash.
"Alvar!" she shouted.
The sharpness in her voice made it impossible for him to stay asleep.
He sat up, rubbing the stiffness from the back of his neck. "What's wrong, baby?"
"There's something... something in our bed..." Hetty stammered, standing at the foot of the bed, eyes wide with fear as she stared at the still-moving spot under the covers.
"Something?" Alvar followed her gaze.
Without hesitation,
