The final showdown came after several nights in which I got closer and closer to either snatching the creature out of the thin air or swatting it with dreamed up weapons.
Soon, though, I resolved that I could never get quick enough and that what was required was something more real and the following occurred:
I dreamed I was in bed trying to sleep. I couldn’t regain sleep because something was scratching at the glass covering a print hanging above my chest of drawers.
I was once more confused about the sound I heard every night and slowly eased myself up to take a look. As I caught sight of the creature, it stopped the scratching and turned to look at me.
This time, though, rather than look back at it, I summoned all the strength I had within me and moved my eyes, just my eyes, toward my bedroom door. Curious, the creature looked across and so, before it had time to leap at me, I did; or started to at any rate.
I stood up on my bed, bringing the duvet with me so that as the creature sprang at me I was able to capture it. The last thing I saw before I woke was its surprised face.
I woke up when I hit the floor on top of a duvet, under which was a writhing mound. I took the cricket bat I’d left on the floor and bashed the mound until the writhing stopped. Problem solved.
Soon, though, I resolved that I could never get quick enough and that what was required was something more real and the following occurred:
I dreamed I was in bed trying to sleep. I couldn’t regain sleep because something was scratching at the glass covering a print hanging above my chest of drawers.
I was once more confused about the sound I heard every night and slowly eased myself up to take a look. As I caught sight of the creature, it stopped the scratching and turned to look at me.
This time, though, rather than look back at it, I summoned all the strength I had within me and moved my eyes, just my eyes, toward my bedroom door. Curious, the creature looked across and so, before it had time to leap at me, I did; or started to at any rate.
I stood up on my bed, bringing the duvet with me so that as the creature sprang at me I was able to capture it. The last thing I saw before I woke was its surprised face.
I woke up when I hit the floor on top of a duvet, under which was a writhing mound. I took the cricket bat I’d left on the floor and bashed the mound until the writhing stopped. Problem solved.
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