The Little Daemon Inside My Bed
I was feeling sick, with fever and dizziness, so I went to bed early, and I lay on my side. I fell asleep and woke up several times, going from the weird world of dreams to the weirder reality of my febrile state. Then I heard it.
A very quiet, deep and cavernous voice inside my bed pronouncing guttural sounds and unintelligible curses. Was I dreaming? Was I hallucinating? I buried my head in my bed trying to hear better...
Yes, there was a voice, more clearly now, no doubt about it. And an aggressive and unpleasant one. If you've seen "The Exorcist", you know what I'm taking about.
There was no way around it. I had a little daemon living inside my bed, which, let's be honest, would be a great inconvenience. Or I had lost my mind.
I knew I had to investigate it, but it took me a few minutes to get enough courage, because I knew that if I didn't find the little devil in my bed that would mean that he was inside my head. So, taking what could be my least breath as a sane man I got up and then I realized it...
My sickness had caused a temporary hearing loss in one ear. It was only with my good ear that I could hear, distorted through the bed, the loud heavy metal party that my neighbors were throwing that night.
