Jack heard the sound of faint laughter echo around his mind. It sent a shiver along his spine. Not real. Not real. Just his mind playing tricks on him, that's all. That's all it could be.

He tried to focus, but he was too far gone into sleep to do that. He tossed again in the bed and the thin sheet that covered him had almost been thrown off with a frantic movement that his sleeping mind was barely aware of.

Just my mind he found himself agreeing. But no, no don't agree with the voice, he shouldn't agree with it. He shouldn't admit it's there.

This is just a dream

But you shouldn't be so aware of dreams. Should you?