Cold Is Night

I feel that my room had gotten a little more colder then usual. Though in my thick duvet the cold passes through. I turn my head to glance out the window to see if it is dark out. and yes it is. I can tell because there is this street lamp that shines straight to my window. I then look to the ceiling and think that its one of those nights that I can't get back to sleep. Now there is a slight sound I hear, really faint. I can figure what it was. I turn my head to face the darker side of my room
There is that dark figure standing in the corner of my room yet again. I squint my eyes still looking at this shadow hoping it thinks Im going back to sleep. It then starts to whimper. This shadow is becoming more solid then just a ghostly outline. I then reach for the string of the blinds of my window. I pull on it to let more light in. As I do the dark figure collapses to the floor. 'What's wrong with it'? This dead weight starts to move slowly across the floor towards my bed like a dead body being dragged by nothing. It's whimpering gets louder and louder, moving closer and closer. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
I'm awake...