I shiver, not so much from the cold, but because of “it.” That which haunts me and hunts me. That which is never far from me. It is a monster that hides horrors that reach deep inside and do not let go. It waits for me in the corners and places my eyes just can’t see.
I run from it, I hide from it, but it always finds me. It mocks me when it is not there and terrifies me when it is close. It is my enemy, my nemesis and I know it is only a matter of time until it catches me once more and drags me into that abyss.
The darkness….that is sleep.