Little Bill Willoughby shook his mother agitatedly.
What is it, Bill? Tracy Willoughby mumbled as she was turned out of her slumber.
Im Im scared, Mama, said Bill Willoughby, trembling.
You shouldnt be, said Tracy as she got up from bed, straightening her nightclothes. Didnt that pillow we bought for you last weekend work?
I could fall asleep, Mama. But the pillow kept giving me nightmares!
Wilbur? it was Tracys turn to wake up another member of the family. Wilbur?
What is it, dear? Mr. Willoughby stirred from his sleep. Is Bill unable to sleep again? Doesnt his pillow work?
Did you buy the Childrens Edition?
I am as sure as salad I bought the Childrens Edition, Trace. Do you think Ill buy a pillow with a Nightmare channel for Bill? Hes only eight!
But I kept having nightmares! Bill wailed, hurling his Sandman DreamPillow at his dad. Try it! he insisted.
Wilbur gingerly snuggled into Bills DreamPillow, mother and son staring intently at him.
He jumped up suddenly two minutes later, sweating. If that wasnt a nightmare, I dont know what is! he roared, startling Tracy and Bill. Im calling Sandman Beddings and Upholsteries tomorrow!
There was a report two weeks ago on the newsfeed, Wilbur, Tracy recalled. A family sued Sandman for causing their sons death in bed. For inducing nightmares in their child.
And just maybe Ill sue Sandman if they wont give me a refund tomorrow, Tracys husband replied angrily. Ive been hearing lately that the quality of Sandmans programs have been going down. I certainly didnt enjoy Flying in Metropolis very much.
We could always buy pillows from that other company, Fairy Electronic Pillows. I heard theyre incorporating a dreamplayer into them, so we can play our own dreamdiscs, instead of having to dream the free-to-air Sandman programs. The new models will probably come out next month."
Well buy our pillows from Fairy next month then, Wilbur decided after giving a large yawn. Lets go back to sleep, shall we?
Where am I sleeping, Daddy? Bill blurted frantically.
Wilbur threw the offending dream-inducer to the corner of his room. Son, he stroked Bills hair, You can sleep with us tonight.
I can? the young boys face brightened.
Minutes later, the Willoughby family was in bed, thoroughly asleep, as their DreamPillows hummed softly in the silence, transmitting Joy of Wonderland to their hindbrains.