I watch. I wait. Until fluttering eyelids tell me the perfect depth of sleep. For I am a creature of the night and I come to you without warning.
I flow languidly into your mind, like melting wax. I carry your daydreams away and fill you with doubts and horrors that stretch imagination beyond believability. I shut out the light and plunge you deep into dark chasms of suffocating breath, piercing ice needles and searing hot irons, in an ever-changing kaleidoscope of torture and pain, until you struggle to arouse, to pull back your soul, head spinning, sweat drenched and gasping; clutching at morning daylight, in fear that death has already taken you.
I am your nightmare. You can banish me, now. But I will come again.