She signed into her pillow and heard her voice echo out from underneath it.
Bolting upright she glanced down and saw it move by itself, wriggling slightly as if to settle.
It laughed, a high pitched childish thing and it began to rise up.
Half asleep still she grabbed the bedside lamp and swung it down until the movement ceased.
She thought she'd heard it cry at one point and whimper as it finally came to rest.
As blood began to seep out from underneath she remembered she hadn't gone to bed alone.
Her daughter's crib was just across the room, empty and with the side lowered.
A small stuffed cat was poking out from the side of her pillow, a tiny pale hand still clung to it.
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