The Woman from the Wardrobe (Last Night's Nightmare)

She walked out of the cupboard in my room, dressed in some kind of long robes, lots of scarves and fluttery ribbons, ragged and wrong. I lay in my bed and watched her. She turned to look at me, and I realised that she was not meant to be here, in my room. She smiled, and it was not a nice smile, cold and insane. Staring eyes.
She turned and vanished.
Alone in my bed, but the incursion had left behind echoes.

I woke up, and, confronted with the emptiness of my room, I opened my eyes, and watched the wardrobe with a vaguely superstitious caution.

And fell back to sleep again.