Having such a hard time sleeping. Tossing and turning. I push the blankets aside and then...
...I am wandering from room to room, looking for somewhere to sleep. Each time I stop, I see a man in the doorway, all in shadows. I find the room where Phil is sleeping peacefully and think, "Finally! I can sleep now." As I settle down beside him, the shadow-man steps into the doorway. His outline is short, trenchcoaty, ominous. I can see a faint glint of light on his glasses. With Phil beside me I find my courage to confront him. "Hello? Who are you?" His answer is lost in a stutter that, for some reason, fills me with terror. I start yelling, "No! No! No!" I look down at Phil, begging him silently to wake me up...
..."It's okay, it's only a dream!" I wake up screaming no, no, no. Phil is gently shaking me, telling me it's okay.
I'm never sleeping again.
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