Slappy- Sleeping

With a shrill scream, Slappy blinked open his eyes.
He sat up with a jerk.
His body trembled.
His wooden jaws chattered.
He blinked several more times as the harsh light invaded his eyes.
I'm dead? he thought. Is this what it’s like?
The room came into focus. A familiar room.
He recognized the chair. The dressing-table with its dust-smeared mirror. The metal chest resting open against the cracked plaster wall.
The dressing-room?
Slappy’s mouth dropped open.
Am I back in the theatre dressing-room?
Jimmy O'James shimmered into view, leaning over him. “Slappy””
Slappy stared up at him, speechless for once.
“Slappy? Are you okay?” Jimmy asked, “What's wrong with you? Why were you twitching like that? You kept crying out in your sleep.”
Slappy blinked again. “I... I suppose I was having a nightmare.”
Jimmy sniggered. “A dummy having a nightmare,” he muttered. “That’s a good one.”

- Slappy’s Nightmare, chapter 32