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Tonight I find myself alone, lonely and strangely afraid of the dark. I want someone to hold me, to chase away the monsters under my bed and tuck me in.
Every noise arouses fear inside of me and the silence threatens to cause my ears to bleed. My imagination takes unwanted flight at every silhouette and every thought as my darkened room becomes a frightening jungle, an unfamiliar place in which I am searching for a recognizable face, a sanctuary, a safe haven from my uncertainties and doubts. My thoughts become ghouls and goblins, creatures lurking, waiting for the opportunity to pounce upon their unsuspecting victim. My body tenses at every thud and reverberation as though it expects to be attacked at any moment, uncontrollably twitching at random intervals and on heightened alert, ready to spring into action at any sign of danger. My heart beats to the rhythm of an African tribal drum playing for dancers performing ancient rites of passage for their deceased.
Nothing is of comfort right now as my body, my soul, my core being cries out for something, someone to clutch, to crawl inside of, to take away these haunted thoughts, these fears and suspicions, and rock me to sleep, humming a soothing lullaby and murmuring soft words until I have drifted off into a land of pixy dreams and fairy-dusted slumber.
Will you be that someone?
Every noise arouses fear inside of me and the silence threatens to cause my ears to bleed. My imagination takes unwanted flight at every silhouette and every thought as my darkened room becomes a frightening jungle, an unfamiliar place in which I am searching for a recognizable face, a sanctuary, a safe haven from my uncertainties and doubts. My thoughts become ghouls and goblins, creatures lurking, waiting for the opportunity to pounce upon their unsuspecting victim. My body tenses at every thud and reverberation as though it expects to be attacked at any moment, uncontrollably twitching at random intervals and on heightened alert, ready to spring into action at any sign of danger. My heart beats to the rhythm of an African tribal drum playing for dancers performing ancient rites of passage for their deceased.
Nothing is of comfort right now as my body, my soul, my core being cries out for something, someone to clutch, to crawl inside of, to take away these haunted thoughts, these fears and suspicions, and rock me to sleep, humming a soothing lullaby and murmuring soft words until I have drifted off into a land of pixy dreams and fairy-dusted slumber.
Will you be that someone?