"It crouches over me as I slumber, waiting for the dreams to start. It doesn't arrive until I sleep, but I know it is around all the same. Sometimes there a sound of breathing where there shouldn't be. Maybe a bit of drool that I didn't create. But more than anything, I can tell it has been here because of the nightmares.
It loves it when I have bad dreams.
Feeding off all the bad inside me would seem to be a good thing. Half the time I forget what was upsetting me or why. But that's the problem. I need to know why. When those bad feelings go away, there is a gaping hole where pain and resentment are supposed to go. Pain is not something we are supposed to have, but once it is there, once it has dug into us and settled under the skin, I think the worst thing you can do is to try and push it out.
Because this cold, evil thing feeds on nightmares, and it gets bored.
So it feeds me the bad stuff. The paranoia about my family and friends and those I love. I steals all the good and trust and happiness, just so it can feel full.