I wake up expecting pain, agony, fear. Instead, I wake up to nothing. A dark room full of shadows casted by my demons. They seem to be afraid of morning light. They run off their tails between their legs, scared of whatever comes with day. The longer I think on it the more it makes sense. My monsters are afraid of hope. Hope is a bright light that shines away all of my monsters, he hugs me in his sweet embrace with fatherly love. I hear him saying “It’s alright now. They're gone.” Pain, agony, and fear always have and always will bow down hope.