Dark. He’s lying in bed. Trying to relax. To clear his mind.

After a long day, all he wants is some peace and quiet.

He starts feeling something in his stomach. Some tightening of the muscles. Like something is there. Trying to get out.

His muscles start to tighten all over his body. Breathing hard, he feels like some demon is trying to get out of his body. It’s scary. It looks like death.

“Am I dying?” he thinks to himself.

All the muscles in his body are tight. It hurts.

He’s crying. Tears roll down his cheeks.

“Help!” he’s crying. “Somebody help me..”

No reply.

Then a voice comes up inside him. “You don’t need help. You can take on the world by yourself!!!”

He started breathing hard. Felt like a boxer before a fight. Pumping power into his veins. Felt anger rising. Felt like he could fight someone. Hands turn into fists. He felt like a fire was coming out of his body.

Then silence. Relaxation.

Slowly feeling that the tension is leaving his body. He’s starting to clean up.

He felt better. Now that the demons are gone.

But right then, before he fell asleep, he felt like something bad is going to happen to him tomorrow.