Small shadows
of little spiderlike forms
followed the
folds of my blanket.

Terrified,
but never surprised,
or paralyzed,
I swatted hesitantly
at those imaginary
nightmares,
**** little
intangible demons.

Even after
sharp swipes
they still
moved forward,
and I retreated,
not in defeat
but stepped back
and allowed
sleep
to overcome me.

In dawn and
other daylight hours
those little nuisances
never made any appearances.

They merely
made me
question
the state
of my
sanity.