This is my entry for the 2019 Bio-Cup. Comments and criticism are always welcome.
The bed. Some might tell you its existence is a duality, but oxymoron is more apt. It is a sanctuary, a fortress of comfort and protection, a place of rest and familiarity. Yet it is also a prison were nightmares are born, were rest cannot be found, and a harbinger of monsters. Both a trustful peace and treacherous disguise for vile creatures; a surface of good and an underside of iniquity.
The scratching and clawing of some hungry beast. The slimy wriggling of worms and bites of insects. Phantoms of disease reaching out to rack the restless once more. Long tendril knives reaching out to operate. It is haunted by as many things as it is loved and blessed. The real question is, which monsters are awaiting for you?