Mike jerked awake in his bed, shivering and drenched in sweat. He could still smell the booze in the air that always accompanied his nightmares. Come here Michael they would beckon to him from his dreams. He pushed the tangled blanket off and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. He filled the glass leaning against the counter while he drank it slowly, an avoidance tactic for going back to bed. It's fine, they aren't here and they can't hurt me anymore. I am a full grown police detective and I'm scared of things that go bump in the night. He put the glass in the sink and headed back down the hallway to his bedroom, stopping short at the sight of his bed. He slipped back between the sheets beating the darkness down for the night.