week seven: the shrew from my closet

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long, rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open. At this exact moment, I knew that I only had a little bit less than a minute to prevent my dream from becoming reality. I happen to be an expert on making a little bit of time go a long way, for example I've perfected my ways by waking up late a countless amount of times on school days. Anyways, in about thirty seconds I came up with my entire plan on how to disengage from the situation and how to maim or at least disable my assailant. I jumped up into a standing position, bringing my thick comforter with me. Then I threw it in a similar fashion to a fisherman casting his net, except I made sure that I let go of my throwing device. Next, I side stepped along the wall to turn on the ceiling light, but left my eyes towards where I threw my blanket. I remembered from my dream that the woman had long nasty nails that she used as a weapon, so as I dashed past her I decided to throw a punch at her head to see if it would disorient her. I felt my fist connect with a solid surface, but i didn't waste anytime to see the effects. As I reached the opposite corner of the room, I grabbed my hand-and-a-half polypropylene sword and swung around while bringing the sword into ready striking position. I completed my rotation just in time to see the wretched hag disentangle herself from the blanket. I swung with all my might, directing the strike at the fiend's temple. The swing struck true and her skull caved inwards from the blow. When her body hit the ground, her festering brains splattered upon my nice white blanket I used to ensnarl her earlier. It was really too bad that it was my favorite blanket.