Yeah, I mostly sleep well. Sometimes I have some pretty good nightmares, though.
The story was spawned by the death of my uncle. I used to be pretty fat, lost the weight, and my dad wanted to know if I had an old suit from my fat days. I didn't actually have a suit, just a white shirt.
All the night before the funeral I was ooked out by the fact that a dead person was wearing something of mine. Just before bed, when I was telling my wife about my feelings, she wanted to know why I was creeped out by it (see 'weird' in the dictionary; you'll find my picture). I off-handedly commented, "what if he came back looking for a suit to go with the shirt?"
My wife said, "What if he came back for your
skin?"
Thus a seed was planted in my strange mind, and brought forth the fruit in the other thread.
