I clenched my eyes at the sound of my door being opened.

Nothing nice ever comes out from it.

Nothing.

It’s not real, I know.

It feels real.

It’s so real I’m clinging to my bed and clenching my eyes shut and sweating as if it’s 97° Fahrenheit in here.

It’s like this every night.

Either stare at a shadowy figure that’s not real or close my eyes and go through nightmares.