a creepy nightmare I had

Eleanor’s room was in disarray. The floor was non-existent - concealed beneath a jumble of jumpers, wellies, jeans and textbooks. The closet was at bursting point. There was no vacancy for this week's worth of floor dandruff. Eleanor set about sorting the rubbish into piles. The dirty laundry tower was excavated by the southern window. She enjoyed the pathetic fallacy of dressing the pile with a hat and sunnies. The textbooks were stacked in a dangerously haphazard fashion on the desk. Her Bob’s Burgers themed wellies reclined against the feature wall. Her work was done. Eleanor starfished onto the bed and fumbled blindly for her reading glasses. She grabbed a worn copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and wriggled about until she was inescapably encased in a sweltering cocoon of 100% Egyptian cotton. 

There was a distant rumble of thunder and Eleanor felt the bed shake. Her eyes bulged like a stupid goldfish as cracks appeared in the ceiling - small fissures that threatened to plunge her into the ether. The blankets writhed like snakes, constricting her arms and legs. Eleanor watched in horror as her bedroom came alive. The leaning tower of washing lumbered towards her. The textbooks flew across the room, bouncing off the walls and through the window. Her teddy bear Peter appeared among the billowing curtains, his black eyes shining with malice. Black spots obscured her vision as the blankets wrapped around her neck. She was conscious long enough to witness the ceiling consumed by a mighty gale. She was devoured by a gaping lipless mouth in the starless blue.