The Things that Chase us at Night
I would stand at their doorway, a silhouette against the nightlights glowing in the hallway.
They would say I would utter randomness, about toys missing in my room, or about bugs.
They would lock the doors, worried that one of the times I'd wander out that screen door, and into the gravel streets.
Then it was the nightmares that haunted me while I was awake at night. I'd pace the halls and these creatures would haunt me in my head. Following me around in a bubble above my head, like a comic book. These creatures were fleshy, large, and galloping. I'd eventually return to my covers and turn on the radio to try to banish them away.
She was the first girl I slept next to for so long,
I remember whispering to her that I sometimes lose myself at night. That sometimes I wake up and I'm not really awake, and that I'm still in these other world with different rules and situations.
I'd slept next to other girls,
but not for this long. So I don't know why I told her. Maybe it was because I needed to tell someone. I do know I was scared, she'd wake up next to this scared little boy who couldn't recognize her. Speaking in the tongue of dreams, while sanity slowly returned.
Maybe that's why I stay up till exhaustion, till the dreams no longer come, till I'm not longer twisting and turning.
They would say I would utter randomness, about toys missing in my room, or about bugs.
They would lock the doors, worried that one of the times I'd wander out that screen door, and into the gravel streets.
Then it was the nightmares that haunted me while I was awake at night. I'd pace the halls and these creatures would haunt me in my head. Following me around in a bubble above my head, like a comic book. These creatures were fleshy, large, and galloping. I'd eventually return to my covers and turn on the radio to try to banish them away.
She was the first girl I slept next to for so long,
I remember whispering to her that I sometimes lose myself at night. That sometimes I wake up and I'm not really awake, and that I'm still in these other world with different rules and situations.
I'd slept next to other girls,
but not for this long. So I don't know why I told her. Maybe it was because I needed to tell someone. I do know I was scared, she'd wake up next to this scared little boy who couldn't recognize her. Speaking in the tongue of dreams, while sanity slowly returned.
Maybe that's why I stay up till exhaustion, till the dreams no longer come, till I'm not longer twisting and turning.