Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24982950-20141115111643

My plan is to write a bunch of these.

Chapter 1 of beds.

After walking your loved one home you are in high spirits. The colours of the night seem more vibrant, you feel more alive. It's not unusual to be loved by anyone, so tonight you feel the most average person in the world. You stroll gaily into your building. You are still humming merrily as you let yourself into your flat.

Feeling like you should go to bed on such a high, you perform your nightly pre-sleep rituals, sweeping about the kitchen placing the supplements back into their places. You enter the bathroom, forgive the dripping tap and brush your teeth.

You firmly close your bedroom door behind you, to show that you will not leave the room for the next 8 or so hours. You change into your night clothes, listening to the irregular knocking of the radiator. You cross the room and pull the window to, as to have a gentle breeze. Before you turn your light off, you surreptitously look under your bed for monsters... You see none, and climb into bed, immediatly assuming the foetal position. After a small while, you stretch your legs out, sighing blissfully. Your ankle is grabbed. You completly freeze, which allows for you other ankle to be grasped by cold, thin fingers. As you sit up, the fingers around your ankles tighten and pull, jerking your upper body back down. 