It's getting late
In fact
I'm the only one still
Awake.
I'm changing that now
And not by waking up
Someone else.
I'm going to sleep
I reach to turn the lights
Off.
But suddenly
I realize that I am alone.
I realize how reliant I am on sight
I start to imagine things
Impossible things.
Following me.
Patiently.
Just beyond my sight
Wherever I'm not looking.

What are they going to do?
Take me?
**** me?
Transform me?
**** me?
I don't know.
But.
Just to be safe
I turn the lights off
In a way that I can
Always remain
In the light.
Until finally
I turn off the lamp at
My bedside
And hide under the blankets
Which somehow protect me.
I realize now
That I am afraid.
Afraid of the dark.