It's a strange kind of feeling when you think you're sleeping but you're really not...at all. When the cold seems to be cold enough to burn. When your skin feels as a chunk of plastic and your hands cross it harshly. Then you notice there's something that shouldn't be there, with you, staring at you so deeply that you can feel it is making a disaster on the perfectly organized files that you kept so jealous in your mind. But still, you don't know if it's all a dream or maybe a nightmare, you only know you're so deeply disturbed, that you can't even move, shout or think.

That thing is closer and you stand laying on your bed like a dead body, with the unique diference that you can see what's about to happen. With the hearth in your mouth you can taste that terrible flavour you can't describe, the taste of metal, the taste of heat, the fear. And the haggard silhouette finnally taka to your position to have a look from above of your white expresion. You see the thinnest sharp-pointed arm that approaches with a hand sharpened towards your chest, and when it touches you... you wake up, but still is night and only you hear the door of your room being closed violently...

What can I think? Am I becoming insane?