You lay in bed, listening to the ticking of the clock, as you stare at the ceiling. You swore you heard a noise in the attic. There was a scuffle and then a small thud.

  You had dismissed this earlier but when it happened again, you couldn't fall back asleep.

  The clock was supposed to help calm you down, for you found the ticking quite relaxing... yet it wasn't working. It just seemed like it was slowly ticking down to your demise.
  You had turned the fan on for extra noise, yet that didn't work either...

  You were beyond paranoid at this point. Yet you took in a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.
  You lay back on your side, still slightly panicked, but you had mostly calmed down.

  You close your eyes and start to slowly drift off....

.....unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you in the darkness...

Sweet dreams, my lovely stars... have a lovely sleep...