I just had a really fucked up dream. Not sure if it's over. Have to write it down.
I keep seeing that little man-thing out of my peripheral vision. When I turn my head I can see him darting across the room and out the door or behind the curtain. When I go to look he's not there.
Have to quit looking. Be more rational. I think Molly is back asleep. My arm. I can still feel her grabbing at me.
I look up at the ceiling waiting for her to come at me. In some strange way I want her. The t-shirt lady. Should probably come up with a better name for her.
I can still hear her....
