Thomas was walking down the sidewalk, heading across my forest and through my darkness. He was approaching the wild suburb far beyond my grasp. His aura seemed jubilant, ecstatic, and energetic. It was odd to watch such a beast, a monster of dreams that leeches to one's spirit, so lively and sporadic. I must see why he's so obnoxiously excited.

My body leaped across the rooftops of trailer park houses and rented rows of homes that reaped the currency of poor fools, following the path that Thomas created. His audacity to be happy has given me a chance to crawl along his footsteps unnoticed. He's never this positive. I know because his parents ensure it.

He continued to step amongst the dirt, his coil landing in front of the entrance of his overseer's trailer park jail. I observed him closely as he entered, his once-bustling excitement flipping instantaneously.

I crawled onto the walls, pressing void against the window lit up by candles and tiny lamps.

The black hair, vanilla skin wraiths screaming and pounding the walls, punching holes through the wooden paper as each scream reverberated through the halls scared him. They urged him to go to his room. Those creatures didn't stop screaming. I am happy. I don't have parents.

He is out of sight. Most of the lights were off, so the most I could see now were empty bottles and cigarette boxes. I've already learned enough of the language and the sights. A dimly lit table and arguing creatures mean nothing to me. The only interesting creature here is the dream monster.

As swift as can be, I inched my way along with the plastic coating of the house, making my way to the other side. I could hear him crying. He was crying a lot more than yesterday. It was the only thing I could hear. Interesting nightmares are what fuel me, not ones born from a bloodline's idiocracy.

My eyes stared him down as he laid there on his mattress, clothes and blankets being strewn around him in disorder. It's often neater here. He must be distressed too. How wonderful.

I am curious. He is happy then sad then distressed then breaking apart. I must investigate, yet he'll scream when he sees me.

I must take on a more attractive form.