It was the time of day I dreaded. The seconds and minutes that went by before drifting off to sleep had gradually became my friend. They all started in the same way. I would be chased by a car and a five eyed figure would step out. Night by night these nightmares got longer it was like reading a book every page you turned there would be something new. But the thing with yesterday was I didn't finish the story. It ended before the car started chasing me: instead there was no car. There was only me and a figure dressed in black. It pulled a knife from its pocket, and before I knew it, I was awake staring at the striped ceiling. Another day had started. Another day until the time came.