It was 1:13AM, as told by the bedside digital clock. I felt the razor sharp claws sinking into my chest, with another rotten hand covering my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I gasped, shot up from my bed, with chest heaving and cold sweats soaking my forehead. It took me a moment to realize that it was just a dream. I heaved a sigh of relief, wiping away the cold sweats from my forehead and took another glance at the clock. The clock showed that today was Monday, and that I only had another 5 minutes before the alarm went off. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN
