InkStains: Day 10

I did not sleep well last night. I woke several times, shivering from unremembered dreams, anxious, afraid some alarm would go off any moment. For me, a restless night is rare.

But it meant, today, when it came time to open the Moleskine and write my tenth InkStains story, I would write about nightmares, and about the little men who bring us our nightmares in out sleep, and what might happen if a person woke before the nightmares could finish what they were doing.

From today’s story:

She opens her mouth, perhaps to yawn; but like a cat, she snatches the Mare in her maw and swallows him whole.

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