I woke upon a still cold night, and shivered in my silent room. Between my tears and quivering, I heard a door click closed afar. The dread inside me came up fast. I gagged to swallow back my spew. My bed, abondoned.
In vain attempts to sleep again, I curled into a ball of flesh. I held my knees against my chest. I prayed for strength to see me through. I heard the door – it clicked again. I was not alone.
Relaxed and lying in my bed. I never did suspect a foe. No longer curled in balls of flesh, he came and dragged me to the floor. And in my hallway split in two, I gave no sense of hate or fear. I let the numbness spoil his game. He hated me.
And when I woke a second time, and shivered still despite the heat, I looked beside me where I laid. Relieved to find some company. And curled into a ball of flesh, and pressed into his warm embrace. I breathed again but most of all. I felt safe.
I had nightmares all of last night and needed to get them out of my system
Writing is a good method of purging