WTF Killian...you remember the dream yet fail to look under the bed....
Then he moved around to the side closest to me and, much to my surprise, laid down on the floor and scooted under the bed. I watched in amazement until he wiggled backwards and emerged holding a book. He looked up, made eye contact with me, then proceeded to repeat the process, except, the second time he emerged from under the bed, the book was gone.
I blinked and he vanished too.
That was certainly different. Weird, but oddly reassuring after the string of horror movies most of my dreams had been lately.
Still, it was a while before I was able to fall back to sleep after that.
I crawled out of bed the next morning feeling as if I hadn’t rested at all. Unfortunately, that was becoming a pattern.