Fright Night

Deep in the stygian darkness of the night,

Where dreams are fleeting and nightmares come to life.

I feel a hand moving on me as I sleep,

Crawling and grasping as if a part of me it seeks.

My tongue is tied, my body turned to stone,

Undeterred those ghostly fingers continue to roam.

Is it my heart it is seeking, or my guts that it wants,

It tugs at my bedsheet, let it go, let it go, my subconscious taunts.

At once it is gone, it has left me alone,

I sit up gasping, a scream suppressed, or maybe a moan.

I switch on the night light and look right behind,

To my shock a small body, next to me I find.

My little son has decided to crawl into my bed.

To warm himself he has pulled my sheet over his head,

Peacefully he sleeps now, his mind free of strife,

Leaving me to recover from the fright of my life.