And All Things Will End

You bury your head underneath the blanket, shrouding yourself in darkness and trying to remove yourself from the world around you. For a brief instance it works, and you start to drift once again into the warm embrace of sleep. It gently brushes itself against you, caressing your heavy eyelids and whispering silent words into your ear. You are on the precipice now, ready to jump into unconsciousness.

Then you hear skittering from outside, a light chatter bleeding through the wooden walls.