AN: Just a heads up to the folk who start reading this:
1. It seems short. Really short right now. But it gets longer later.
2. I do not own Homestuck
Enjoy~
He shifted underneath the blankets, staring at the blank wall in front of him, the darkness hardly soothing his rapid heartbeat.
Dave lay cold in his room, his thoughts running through his mind and collecting in the back of his brain. The nightmare flashed behind his eyes and he grew cautious of the shadows in the corners and the edges of his bed.
"Only a nightmare," his mind provided him. "Just a nightmare…."
He sat up slowly, the covers wrinkling up. He stilled, and peered at the far walls.
Nothing moved.
He hated the darkness. He wanted it gone. He looked at the wooden floor, and was frightened at the thought of monsters grabbing his ankles.
"They're not real," he whispered into the dark. His mind, however, provided images of lurking creatures of large masses, profusely grotesque and frightening.
Dave shivered, and wrapped the comforter around himself as if it was shield that could protect him.
He closed his eyes blearily, too tired to stay awake, but too scared to fall asleep. The nightmares plagued the back of his imagination, haunting his dreams and creating horrors that would be enough to arouse him quickly out of sleep.
He missed being able to sleep peacefully…
Dave produced a mask on his face in the dark, unneeded but a habit whenever he was scared.
His cold voice broke the silence in the room, but a slight shake was given. "This is stupid, I'm going to sleep."
It seemed as though he were trying to convince himself that he was not afraid. He was the only person in the room, anyways…
Perhaps…
He forced himself to lay down under the sheets stiffly, squeezing his eyes shut as the tiredness rushed up to great him once again.