The girl lay on the bed, asleep, but unquiet. She tossed and turned in the darkness, haunted by unpleasant dreams.
Her nightmare was curled up beside her on the mattress. It was a vague and formless thing, built from her fears and anxieties. It bristled with spines and claws. Needle teeth protruded from its maw.
It lay still and watched her through inhuman eyes. It took in her bedroom, and saw past it to the places a human couldn’t. It saw the things stalking her.
It was her nightmare, and it loved her. It would keep her safe from harm.