(A random descriptive)
A thin wist of smoke appeared like a thread in the darkness as I blew away the flames of the wax candle. The remnant scent of the candle marked my foray into the bizarre yet tranquil dreamland realms above. But alas, like a fallen angel, banished from heaven, my entry was denied. I could only lay on the prickly bed of the inn. I felt as if I had a disease, which didn't dull or wipe off my senses but rather sharpened them.
I lay there, sweating on the bed, desperately trying to enter my dreams, banging on the gates of heaven, begging to take me in, seeking refuge from the dark, desolate and sleepless night. I tried to find the best point of entry into the forbidden dreamland, rolling and spinning like a chicken on a skewer. And just as I was about to force my way through...
~plop
Water, A single drop of water signaled the beginning of the endless horrors that would haunt me at night. The drop wasn't alone, trying to deviate me from my goals. It was followed by a plethora of other drops. The warrior clocks came to their aid, as clicking noises resounded as their arms-wielding swords swung by. The chaos in the dark attracted the attention of a higher, much more formidable foe.
~zzztttt
A much more overwhelmingly stronger entity flew in from the abyssal darkness. Its imposing figure circled my ears like a vulture, hungry for blood. It was out for blood, more specifically, my blood. It circled my ears, confusing me with rapidly moving silhouettes, creating afterimages. It circled my ears, occasionally making inhumane, mind-corrupting sounds, completely overwhelming me with its sheer dominating might.
I twisted and turned. I churned with a body as inactive as if burnt. The springs of the bed added sound to my motion, destroying my human emotion.
I was a demon with eye bags as deep as a void, my eye whites, as red as blood. I could only glare at the ceiling in anger and curse whoever was trying to toy with me. I could only wriggle and writhe like a worm. In a fit of depravity and rage, I punched the innocent bed as it squeaked with every blow.
The light of the crimson moon gushed in, blinding me in response to my actions as I fell, petrified, like a statue, completely motionless in the unmoving, placid yet everchanging night. Moonlight flooded in from the dust-tainted windows, revealing dust particles, dancing in the air, as if mocking my fruitless activity. I stared at the ceiling in a trance as it slowly grew brighter and brighter. The moonlight vanished and so did the minuscule mean men. The sky turned a lighter blue. Finally marking the end of the night was the cry of a rooster, freeing me from my reverie, signaling the beginning of a much more fatigue-inducing day.