I creep into your room in the dead of night. I slither past your dog and he starts barking. You wake up from sweet dreams and tell your dog to shut up. He sleeps, you sleep. I slither on. I eat your stuffed white teddy bear that sits on the foot of your bed. The stuffing gets caught in my mouth; I gag, I cough, I vomit up your friend’s remains on your shiny oak floor. I see your bare feet and I lick them with my forked tongue. You taste salty; your feet are sweaty…there’s no need to be nervous. You snore loudly, like a lawnmower that just ran over a family of chipmunks. Drool is streaming out of our mouth, forming a warm puddle on your satin pillow. I wait for you to wake up but you don’t. You continue to dream about happier things; rainbows, butterflies, unicorns, and butterscotch clouds float through your empty head. I still wait. I will not wake you. I’m patient and enjoy waiting for my prey. Finally, you stir and mumble in your sleep. I jump; I’m excited can’t you tell? Your eyes slowly open. You make several quick blinks and let out a bear-like yawn. You see me. A blank look stretches across your young face. I crack a sadistic smile. You giggle in response and give an innocent grin. You’re not scared? Am I funny? Your laugh grows louder. Tears begin to stream down your face. I try to bite your arm, but you slap me away. Actually, it is quite funny now that I think about it. I laugh with you and your dog starts barking.
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