I woke up in a midnight blur. Everything was dark, you could only see the silhouette of certain objects, some indistinguishable. For just a second, I saw a man looking down with his body limp. I rub my eyes to see just my hat and jacket on a coat hanger. The bed beside me looked like it was hiding something underneath, so did the closet. I heard creaks around the house, from the squeaky floors. They sound so quiet, yet so loud in the silence. Was it an uninvited guest, or just the slow decaying of the house? I closed my eyes for just a few seconds, only to end up waking to the feeling like something was looking at me, waiting for me to sleep. Slowly my pillow starts to get warm and uncomfortable. I flip it over, and it quickly refreshes me. I thought of an assignment I hadn’t done that was due the next day, but it could wait. My phone was right next to me, begging to be looked at. I try to escape the darkness by thinking about what I would do the next day. The friends I would talk to, the games I would play, rushed into my head. All of my thoughts start to calm me down, especially as my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. After a few minutes fidgeting with my hands, I drift back to sleep into a midnight blur.