As she put on her comfy silk pajamas, she brushed her teeth with some "colgate"toothpaste. She felt weak and tired. She climbed on bed smoothly, using the covers as grip. She tucked herself in, turned the lights off and she was ready for her brain to carry her into an adventure. As time passed she slept like a baby with her favorite teddy bear. But something... something woke her up. She took a glance at the clock. 12 sharp. She tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't She started to sweat and feel uncomfortable. Like if someone was staring deep through her soul. She imagined. A girl, a monster ready to eat her, or that guy from saw ready to strike at her. She felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to scream, but was too afraid to. Suddenly, she heard something dropping on her carpet. An axe? hammer? gun? She cleaned up her sweaty face with her even more sweaty palm. She took a deep breath and took a glimpse at the hopefully empty room. She saw something she never expected.
Her dog. It was her dog. Her sweat drops started to disappear as she stood up to take the dog outside Imagination is amazing.