No Relaxation in Rest

Made the mistake of hanging my black raincoat on my door. At night, it drifted up and approached me with a scythe.

I lay pinned to my mattress, eyes frozen, unable to shout. The black hood floated behind me and tucked itself under the covers. An immense weight crushed my chest.

Hours later, that standard cliche ending: "Then I woke up! It was just a dream."

Every night it's just a dream. Different tormenter every time.

Once I forced myself awake. "If I wake up, you'll stop being real!"

It half-smiled. "Someday, you won't be able to wake up."