I can’t comprehend. I’m just laying in a cold room, only in a quarter of a centimeter thick blanket as I shiver in pain, as soon as I dart my eyes around the room, I see a black hand creeping on my toes and creeping up my pant legs. I see my fur-lined coat turn into a wild animal, slowly distorting into a horrible monster.
I can’t move. I can’t wiggle my feet in fear. I can’t even blink. I can’t scream for help. Get me out this nightmare. My vintage toys transform into mechanic monsters, about to assault my cold, pale skin. My mother and father creep in from a loose floorboard and toss it under the bed, before stomping in, their heads starting to conjoin. Their faces look CGI. All of the little devils that were created in no more than 5 seconds, start to come closer and dance in front of my face.
My parents pull the cover over my head as I can feel their fingers dig into my stomach. I wake up, completely cluster f****d, tossing between weather or not the dream was real, noticing the pulled up floorboard as I bleed sweat from my large pores.