Once Upon A Time

tug tug tug

It's the middle of the night- or early in the morning,depending on how you look at it- and freezing cold because you like an idiot, kicked off your blanket in the night. Nearly entirely off the bed,in fact, with only one lonely corner clinging to the edge of the bed.

Sitting up you take it in your hands, feeling that familiar fear of your childhood: that if you don't find something to cover your self up, you leave your self exposed to all kind of supernatural horrors. You shrug it with a chuckle and give the blanket a good hard rug,trying to pull it all up in one go.

No luck it seems to be stuck.

Another sharp pull seems to free it a bit and you work, tugging it back up trying to ignore that silly feeling of growing dread. Tug tug tug... There! Finally. The blanket is back up on the bed and you are safely beneath it once more,teasing your self mentally for getting all worked up over nothing. Until,just before you drift back asleep,you feel a a tug from that one side still dangling down from where it had fallen before

Tug... Tug... Tug