Last night I kept waking up and going back to sleep pretty much all night. At one point a Jimi Hendrix song popped in my head (There's got to be a way out of here . . .) and I just laid there.
I looked at my mirror on top of the dresser and see someone moving in the shadows . . . a sliver of light hit it.
I quickly turned to face it.
He turned to me.
I froze in fear.
He jumped on my bed growling.
I woke up.
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