Once again, I settled down, expecting another restless night. I watched the clock tick, seconds turning into minutes, minutes to hours. I listened to the music quietly playing under my pillow and my vision started to blur as I drifted off to sleep. Entering my own dream world, I was still in my bed, facing the window where my clock sat. My eyes slowly opened and closed as if I was in a trance and everything seemed to be in slow motion. 

    From inside my dream, the music still played as I can recall which songs I listened to. As I looked into the darkness outside of my now open window, two shapes shuffled in the shadows along my windowsill. As they got closer my fear shot up. My body felt stiff and my eyes had permanently glued themselves to these mysterious objects making their way towards me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp poke and I moved my hand to grab whatever had touched me, only to feel a small, wriggling duckling attempting to escape my grasp.