In my dreams, a monster haunts me, again, as always. I'm always scared of the night, because I die at nights.
Last night, it drew closer, and swung it trident, struck my bare chest deep, finding my heart, twisting every ounce of it as I stood helpless watching myself drown in a pool of my own blood,
while I couldn't move he pulled the trident out and struck me again, this time thrusting the weapon...