He is been trying sleeping forever. Its summer but he can't really pull blanket off his face. Some kind of fear haunts him and his childish soul thinks the blanket will work against all sort of omens. He is trying hard to doze off but his intellect won't favor this time. Sweat is dripping off the body, fan is on but he still can't feel any of its cool because its dark outside and his mind visualizes a lot. Just before the switching off the light, he was not confident enough whether to keep them on.
It happens almost every night. Mind just won't give him a break. Also its 12:00 on the clock already and he heard at school, demonic powers are at their best right at this time. He thinks of getting rid of sheets but then again what if a hand comes straight to his neck or what if there is a witch on ceiling with turned feet, red eyes staring right at him while her hair hang or...or what if a whitish face peeks from behind the wall and then disappears.....All these thoughts haunt him. He gets nervous every time a bird flies by his window adding scariest of sound effects to the scene or whenever dogs whine on streets in distance. His house isn't in a very crowded area after all. He get nervous every time the clock ticks. Whenever an hour passes, the cuckoo of clock freaks him out to death.
Everything gets intensified with his urgent need to piss and clock is already past 12:00. He just can't get out and reach the lights. He is afraid of stepping down as its in his mind, somebody is under the bed already with a chainsaw ready to cut his feet off. It's choking him, there isn't enough air inside. Every moment is heavy on him. Regret takes over every now and then since he watched horror movie recently with his brother even when he was warned of a nightmary night. His body is suffering a tormenting sweaty freeze. He has already tried counting till infinity, counting sheep but nothing works out for him. Only an hour have passed but it seems like that one cuckoo was forever for him. Time is not flowing regularly, its like living in a global slowmo with darkness deepening every second.
An eight year old's prayers at this hour are unbearable even for god but he is lying with his hand folded with nothing but a haunting mind and hopeful soul. As all of this is happening and clock showing 1:59 am, door creaks, heavy steps approaching towards him, chair is slightly displaced producing a surely concerning note, cuckoo occurs for one more time lending him an almost failed heart, his fight-or-flight mode kicks in, fists clenched with a numbness in heart chanting prayer at a really high note, almost charging in but something already pouncing on him. Blood being pumped at a really hilarious rate, the moment of realization has arrived, the fear has turned into reality and as he decides to submit himself to the ghastly phenomena, his fur soothes him like a fish being placed in water after half a minute outside in open air. His tongue licks horror out of him replacing sweat on his face with saliva. The playful aura quickly tainting the glory of ghouls. Wagging tail at a pace even heart can't pump its no other but his crazy shepherd(dog) : Harry.
The empty space on his bed is no more unoccupied. The four legs are widespread with two of them on his belly and furry neck poked all the way from his elbow to make place on his chest. The calm of the moment is remarkable, the strength is back as he is out of sheets now. Finally he got to switch and the light is being poured in the room like a morning of lifetime for him. Drenched clothes and numb feet finally making way to wash room in the presence of mighty furry mate.
Thanks for reading mates<3
