At night,

The world

Is black and white,

All muted colors

And devoid of light.

At night,

Noises are louder,

Bumps are brighter,

Scrabblings are scarier.

At night,

Chairs become cages,

Doors become demons,

Tables become tombstones.

At night,

We sleep,

Ignorant to the world around us.

For as we lie unconscious,

The demons come out.

The tombs rise from the carpet,

Cages grow and ensnare

Those who wander too close to our beds.

Because maybe

Not all of what’s in the dark

Is so terrible after all.