Screaming. More screaming. I awoke with a cold sweat, a rapidly beating heart and a empty glass of water on my bedside cabinet. It was morning so it was light enough to study my room.
Red Walls measured out my room and my Grey, fluffy carpet covered the floor. My White wardrobe sat in the corner with all my childhood toys nestled neatly on top. I sat up and opened my draw in my cabinet. I grabbed my pens, pencils and my notebook and started drawing.
My mind waddled back to my series of nightmares. The last one was was the worst. I was trapped in a dark room with some kind of devil, torturing me. It had crimson blood dripping from its yellow, sharp teeth. It was saying 'Blood... Skin... Bones... Marrow... Hungry...' it kept chanting over and over again. While i was thinking i slipped into the darkness called sleep again...
