In the Forest At Midnight

every night at midnight I am wrapped up in a thick covering of warmth that protects me from the chilling snow that lays outside my window the moon sings enchanting melodies and whispers in my ear, luring me outside suddenly I am standing knee deep in snow and my feet sting from balancing on the prickly sticks as I feel frostbite shoot up my spine but I do not leave I do not shiver and I do not wince the moonlight shines down onto me like its only purpose of being in the sky is for me to stare at. it shines a spotlight on me and tells me that everything's going to be ok but then the wolves begin to howl and remind me that I am not the only one ensnared the moonlight quickly shifts its point of view and casts light onto the entire field and suddenly I do not know where I am I am unfamiliar with my bearings now but it's so bright that I can examine every inch of this foreign land foxes emerge from the brush and ravens dart to the ground and I do not know whether I should be afraid or befriend them but I have found company in the moonlight and at this moment, the clocks have stopped and my mind is cleared of all my doubts and depressions because the stars are making my skin dance and I can feel the soft winter's wind brush against my cheek as animals of all kinds, each representing my fears, gather around me and I am no longer afraid of what the night holds and I do not feel so alone.