Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32764586-20171113013242

Mark sat up in bed, gasping for air that eluded him for quite some time before he was finally able to breathe again. He had seen the creature again. The creature had plagued his dreams as a child. The dreams always consisted of a man who would slip into Mark's room and watch Mark from the dresser. The man was often a skinny naked man whose jaw was unhinged and his arms were lanky and smelled of urine. His eyes were empty with nothing but the sockets and a faint glow seemingly emitting from the back of his skull. Long claws protruded from the beings fingertips and his skin was pale as paper. His ribs often protruded from the sides of his stomach and the creature would usually leave the room after a few minutes. The dream would end with Mark dozing off again, to which Mark would wake up in the morning refreshed and ready.

Mark was now much older, yet still just as frightened of the monster as he had been when he was much younger. The dream followed its schedule and after a while, the creature left and Mark shut his eyes to return to sleep. However, minutes after he closed his eyes, Mark reopened them and trudged to the bathroom needing to urinate. He finished and approached the sink, where he washed his hands and dried them on the towel that sat beside him. It was when he looked down, however, that something caught his eye. An orange tablet container stood on the sink, unopened. Mark picked it up and twisted the container open. It was completely full. Mark frowned as he remembered his trip to the pharmacy earlier that day. He had stopped there to pick up his insomnia medication. He had forgotten to take them before bed. Mark didn't sleep a wink that night. 