Too Much Time On My Hand

The night was dark and stormy. I was lying in my hospital bed in that zone when one is not quite asleep. I thought I heard the door open and was expecting a nurse to enter. I opened one eye but there was no there and the door was still closed. I felt a presence near me and saw a hand slowly advancing towards me. I tried to scream but no sound came out. I batted it away with my hand and howled in pain. It was my own hand.
Can you tell I am bored? An offering for Moody Mono November and FilmNoir