Quivering under the pressure of the beasts stare,
My heart in his gripped fist, 
All will be well, 
Breath trickling down the bare skin of my neck, 
This phantom of my dreams haunting me, 
Insomnis dreams, 
Dreams yet so real, 
All will be well
Wake with a start, searching to locate the laughter, but the room is empty.
Slowly lie back down and pull the blankets securely around me,
Close my eyes and edge back into sleep, 
A cold dances down my spine, 
Another presence, 
Who, I ask myself, haunts my dreams?