Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Forty-Two

Fear crept under her eyelids and into her dreams. She awoke sweating, crying and aware of a presence where there should be none. Groping for the light switch she felt an alien body. There was something in her bed.

She froze. Unable to speak or move, she simply lay where she was with the slow tears running down her face.

Whatever it was beside her made a sound that was very close to a laugh then a hand, or claw, or paw, touched her tear-wet cheek.

“Soft.”

Then that hand moved to her throat and she knew no more…

©️jj 2018

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