I awoke (to go back a few nights) from those
strange, impressionistic dreams to find me in my
darkened bedroom -- no lights. Something, though,
compelled me to stillness, and I didn't so much as
move my hand to my eyes to wipe away the film
that sleep brings.
It only took a few ments for me to discern
movement. It felt like something was tugging at my
pillow; it only took a few more moments, plus the
additional information my ears conveyed to me, that
something wasn't tugging on my pillow, something was
chewing on it.
I stayed motionless, and after a short span of
time, the chewing ceased, and I felt a large mass
settle down next to my bedside, and heard the
muffled sound of this form slowly, but oddly clumsily,
make its way towards the foot of the bed. I could
barely make it out: the low level of light coupled with
the fact that I didn't dare raise my head meant
that my straining eyes saw very little. What I
could see was a hunched figure with what I took to
be long, thin arms, which it held out before it,
as of one who couldn't see. I think back to
my dream of the forest clearing and shudder even
now. The thing reached my bookcase, and, with
an eerie lack of sound, pulled it all down, so much that
some of the shevles themselves came out of the
case along with the books.
