For hours, I tried to sleep. The rain drums down on the tin roof; the demons are knocking. I see their tears stream down the window; a cleverly designed artifice to distract from their true intent. I ignore their subtle attacks, but they always find a way back in. I watch their shadows drift in through the windows; morphing from one shape into another, hovering around me, their whispered breaths cloud the air – there is barely a space unfilled by their presence. I can’t seem to chase them away, and I’m wrapped up into their world. Empty, cold and alone, my reality remains stranger than any dream.