At night, I lay awake thinking of the monster who lay beside me; I do not turn over knowing he is there, waiting for me, the darkness of my imagination takes over when the lights shut off.

I've been afraid of the dark ever since, I was little, perhaps its being in dark, I know I'm alone, knowing since the world is asleep I'm forgotten, never dreamed of or remembered until morning when light shines down into my room from the cracks in my curtains.

I lay in my bed, in the vast emptiness the darkness of my room gives off, listening to the sounds and wind blowing just outside my window.

Hours slow down as I wait for the sun to rise taking me away from this endless torture.

I try to close my eyes, in hopes of sleep or at least a dream or two, but nothing. My mind and body are restless. I cannot help but to lay in bed and pretend the monster beside me is not there.

I have become used to the shadows that surround me, every second feels like a minute, and every minute feels like an hour, an endless wait for the day to come.

My body aches for sleep as I toss and turn between the blankets and sheets. I do not like it...

The never-ending wait for the rays of sunlight to cast away the shadows forcing them back into the darkness, but the broken clock ticks but never moves.

Each night, I get more acquainted with the monster in my bed. Restless in my linins, I daydream instead so I do not think about the harsh reality.

As I write this in the dark of my room, with the soft glow of the moonlight dragging me deeper in the pool of my thoughts, I tread upon the waters of lost memories. My monsters in my head clawing at the mental cage. I begin to think; how long can I take this.