Laying in bed, looking around but seeing nothing but black. Just the faint glow from the blinds of the street light below. Wanting to run and hide, wanting to be out of the dark. But too scared to move, to get up and even turn on the lights for comfort. Laying so quiet, not wanting to breath. Just to be invisible, not known that im there.
I pull the covers down slowly, barely moving as to not make a sound. Moving to the edge of the bed i take a sprinting start. And then there, im there, lights on and nothing in the room. All the fear gone.
5 comments:
The fear of the dark seems to be a lot of what we feared as a child. I never wanted to get up and turn the lights on either.
ah , i hated the dark too !
i think i did the same thing the first night i roomed by myself when i was young
christianna, this poem is amazing, I was so afraid of the dark when I was little... and until I was like 14.
I hate the dark.
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