Images of Amy Rose filled your dreams last night. Her sweet, optimistic smile. Her cheerful, feminine voice. It felt amazing walking through flowering meadows, just listening to her speak.
Suddenly the sun of your subconscious gave way to the darkness of your room. It was early in the morning, and almost pitch black.
But… something was wrong. There was another presence in your room. The air was hot and stale. Somewhere nearby you could hear muffling and snuffling, and scuffs on the floor…