I rolled over in bed. Yellow eyes glimmered from the shadows. I couldn’t sleep while it was there. Not out of fear—it stole my ability to sleep.
Just like every other night, I got up. My legs wobbled and I staggered into the wall. My focus was scattered, hazy. The first few nights, I’d tried to drive. Not tonight.
I stumbled downstairs, outside, and across to my neighbor’s house.
“Of course you can spend the night here,” she said, when I explained.
I collapsed onto her couch and stared up at the ceiling.
Into a pair of yellow eyes.
Author’s Note: While brainstorming ideas for unique monsters, I tried to imagine a creature that fed on a person’s ability to sleep.