*it's getting late, your eyelids have begun to feel heavy, you think you better go to sleep. The process of falling asleep is always a struggle against Noise, barking dogs, police sirens... but not even the turning gears of your brain are producing much sound. Tonight is just oddly...quiet, you feel restless. the Hallway from your bedroom looks like it stretches into nothingness. there cant be anything wrong or different about it...It's just a hallway, But...you don't want to look at it. So you close your eyes. you imagine what's your room looks like with your eyes closed...your room is part of yourself it's a world you know like the back of your hand. As long as nothing changes, having your eyes closed makes no difference. you think about how you need to wake up early tomorrow so you should really try to sleep. what's that sound? your eyes are still shut, is that the sound of footsteps? no that's impossible it must be your imagination right? But it's getting closer...And closer. hmmm there gone? right...there's no way someone could be here... you feel your bedsheet rustle slightly and then a males whispery voice 'hey...open your eyes...'. you wonder do you open your eyes? you decide to stay quiet and try to ignore the voice and pretend your asleep. you hear him whisper again 'why wont you look at me?'... you then feel someone breathing over your ear, it's cold... he whispers to you again 'ill share a secret with you, I have never seen myself before. I don't know if I'm even here. that is why I need you...to open your eyes...so you can tell me how I look...But I'm also shy so I might hide the moment you do. you won't find me anywhere and soon... I know your not asleep. you listen with those tiny ears of yours. they look so fragile like I could almost grab them'. you feel something caress your ear he continues to whisper 'put my fingers around them...and tear them off...if I do, will you scream? it was a joke' he continues 'when are gazes finally meet. why wont you look at me...even though your eyes are so pretty