Melissa stirred under her blankets, not yet fully aware, but she was waking. Something was pulling her from sleep, and she felt her mind rising slowly to the surface of consciousness. There was something wrong. Something new here. Melissa shifted her weight in the bed, and realized what it was. There was someone behind her. Still half dreaming, she could feel the weight of another person in her usually solitary double bed, curled just behind her back, cupping her body closely as she lay on her side. She felt his warmth, his shape, and as she felt a hand slide stealthily up over her hip and around to her belly, she was suddenly wide awake.
Melissa's mind began to race; there should be no one here, the doors, the windows, what had she left unlocked? How did he get in, what did he want, my god... As the body behind her pressed ever tighter to her, she tried to turn to it, and found that she could not move. Eyes wide open, bright with fear, she could see her reflection in the mirror across the room. There was nothing, no one behind her, but she could still feel it. The hand against her stomach, holding her close, gliding so slowly and persistantly upward, yet she could make no move to stop it. Her hands were free and helpless above the bed covers, useless to her in their paralysis.
She felt heat at her neck, breath, and she struggled to pull away. Unable to move, unable to scream, Melissa was shrieking madly in her head, never taking her eyes off the motionless, lone woman in the mirror. A woman who lay so peacefully she might've been sleeping but for the glaring whites of her eyes shining back at her in the dark.