the sleep-eater. My mother is extremely superstitious and being the ungrateful child (grown one) I am, I often mess with her way too much. I sketched this up and just wrote up where she would see it: "as a child I would see things no one else could. This being would stand over my mother as she napped, egg pustules on its ropy body releasing small white spiders. I was afraid of waking her or attracting it's attention. Perhaps it was just an over-active imagination."