Had another nightmare.
The woman's eyelashes trembled.
Don't open your eyes. She said to herself.
You should look at me. She heard it say again.
The night is so quiet that it makes people panic.
She was still trapped in the afterglow of the nightmare.
Her back was pressed against the wall through the quilt, she was shaking and breathing slowly.
She saw it, even with her eyes closed.
The soul is screaming.
She looked at it quietly.
It looked at her quietly.
Don't stand here.
She shrank her fingers, and the quilt wrapped her tightly.
A cat meowed outside the window, breaking the dead silence in the room.
She finally opened her eyes.
Intent: Crazy talk.