In the middle of the night, you wake up.

From a soft, half-life of dreaming you are delivered into a dark sort of consciousness.
Your eyelids stretch and press back against the black but your pupils find nothing to hold onto.
Soon the black opens into flowered, transient designs of light remembered.
You touch your face. It is there.
Somewhere, a Danger begins.
You hear its slow, padded beat...like footsteps approaching.
The lightswitch is a million miles away.