Measured breaths,
Walking slowly towards a certain fate,
Knowing that as soon as I topple off the cliff of familiarity,
I will hit the ground...
hard.
Close my eyes then open them,
fidget,
twist,
stir.
Boldness and courage flee my mind and
cold,
hard,
terror remains.
Step forward then back, hesitant and cautious, willing this to be over I...
approach the dangers lurking in wait.
I step into my deepest fears.
A tiny invincible bubble of hope slips into my mind.
That tiny voice that keeps telling you to go on.
I step into the Stygian Darkness of menace.
Empty
Nothing
The monster under the bed doesn't exist after all.
No need to call daddy, just the desire to hop back into the soft covers
and
sleep.
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