Murder Me Not (Round Robin Part 1)

A sliver of silver through the sheers,
faint breeze tickling my nose
dream sequence abandoning me
as the nightmare begins to unfold
I didn't hear him coming
feet that never made a sound
all I remember is his hot breath upon my neck
callous fingers that took hold
claw marks decorated his face, dripping all my rage
through bloody eyes, it was hard for him to see
what i pulled out from under my pillow
what could it be