I fell asleep on the couch with a white sheet over my head, and this is the dream I had. I wake up like nothing was different, same room same time and same sheet over my head. I hear someone walk down the hall and by the couch, and around into the kitchen. I think it's my younger sister, but I lay still for some reason. The footsteps go back around into the living room and stop across from the couch with the coffee table between us. I can't stand the tension any more and I fling off the sheet. Across from me is a young girl, about 8 or 9. She is pale blue, like someone who drowned, with a light blue nightshirt and a crude necklace with old teeth ripped out by the roots on it. Her face looks far older than she should be. We stare at each other for a while, then I reach across the table to try and touch her. She slams my hand against the table with unearthly force and holds it there, leaning across the table into my face while I struggle and yelling in a voice far deeper than any girl would have, "CLOSE YOUR EYES,". I wake up on the couch, a sheet over my head.