Describe where you sleep each night.
She never noticed when it first started. It just grew until she finally became aware of it.
The dread that crept into her stomach as she approached her bed at nighttime.
First time she got that feeling, she sat and meditated for a few minutes until she felt
better, at least better enough to fall asleep.
Slowly but surely, however, the dread grew.
She started taking Ambien every night before bed. Then she started taking it with
multiple pours of wine. Then with a puff or two of marijuana. Then some melatonin for
That was when her husband began to notice.
"What's going on, darling?" He always asked. She would laugh it off.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just having trouble getting to sleep is all."
The first night terror hit her like a ton of bricks.
She kept having vivid nightmares that someone or something was right underneath her
body, the top layer of the bed the only thing separating her from it.
She couldn't shake the feeling, the ominous feeling that something was waiting for her.
Eventually, she couldn't take the bed anymore.
She began sleeping on the sofa.
Her husband avoided her most days, as she was constantly cranky
from lack of sleep and increasing paranoia about their bed.
One day he came home and their house was in flames.
At the hospital, later, while they treated her burns, she said to him,
"They finally came for me, but I slammed that door shut!"
He had to have her committed.