DailyFlash: Wet Dream

Freddy was in my dreams again. At first he was nothing more than a scarred face floating in the corner of my vision as I replayed events from the day, but then he stepped in, wearing his red and black-striped jumper, and turned the dial on me. Thing with dreams is they're vague and no one really looks at you. But Freddy; he stared right at me. That was enough. His cold blue eyes a sudden shot of ice in my veins, and I woke with goosebumps and a damp patch on my crotch.

I bolted up, hammering in my chest, and pulled the covers off. It was just pee. The nightlight sensed me and came on, and in the din the covers at the bottom of the bed began to rise.

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