Wednesday’s twitching legs hung over you, blood dripping from where her head used to be. A monster, one of the hyde, towered over you as it ground her skull into dust. You scream, kick and cry, but it feels like your body is trapped, motionless and unable to do anything as the cycle repeats night after night-

In the other bed, Wednesday stares blankly at the ceiling, the rhythmic ticking of her clock broken only by howling wind and your occasional sobs or screams. She could wake you up, but that’d mean an even smaller chance of her catching a mere wink of sleep.