(Day 111: The New Danger)

Let me be your favorite nightmare.  Close your eyes and I’ll be right there…

I live in your bed even when I’m not underneath the sheets with you
Your pillows carry my scent
And every night
You lie awake
Wondering if this time
Well be the time
You see me.

Who’s afraid?
Certainly not you.
Anticipation keeps you checking your phone for monsters
I live in the closet
Those doors closed to everyone that doesn’t invade your mind
Thoughts of me intrude so much that you beg for me to come take you.

Try to get some sleep.