He Will Haunt Your Dreams

Sometimes, Mister Fred lets me sleep. It usually coincides with nights after I've left him alone for extended periods. Since I spent the night in Brooklyn Friday night, he was happy to see me when I returned, a happiness that lasted until exactly 8:46 a.m. this morning, when he started to craft ways to once again infiltrate my thoughts. The peace was nice while it lasted, and I will end my week having had two good nights of sleep in a row. Still, I wake up in a cold sweat rather often because of this face: