After I lay myself on my bed, something happens to look at me.

A shadow body.. made out of black plasma.

He makes me unable to move, but I don't mind.

His presence makes me feel well...

Even if I can't directly look at him, I know he is there.

I see him with the corner of my eye.

Tall, thin figure.. Silently standing in the corner of my room.

He doesn't speak, but I understand his signals.

He wants to devour my fears and turn them into dreams.

But how can I tell him... that it doesn't work?

Instead of dreams, I feel my worst fears.

I feel spiders crawling on my body.

I feel blood dripping on my face, as someone cuts his wrist above my head.

Yet he is still standing there. Thinking he does well.