Twelve:
Sleep found me, despite my residual restlessness. Dreams were at first pleasant, but they turned on me shortly after.
I was running from the large furry creature chomping at me as I desperately dashed for safety. My legs pumped, but I ran as if stuck in quicksand. My progress seemed to be impossibly miniscule.
‘Dylan…’
The creepiest whispers slithered into my ear. I felt like razorblades infused my body icy and painful.
‘Don’t resist…’
The whispers slithered, and I felt them trying to crawl inside me.
Suddenly I wasn’t being chased by the wolf monster. The scene changed, and I was falling into the deepest, darkest pit. I fell painfully, and it impressed my sleeping self how real the pain felt. The dark cavernous pit was slithering with an over-abundance of large serpents.
