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Night Visitor
I am inside her body, but I am invisible; she can’t put a name to me. I dwell between her chest and the core of her body. She does not know what I am, and it’s driving her crazy. She is not consciously worried by anything, yet I embody the “feel” of worry. Am I anxiety? If so, why do I go away the minute she comes here to the keyboard and starts typing? Even now, I am dissipating. Just a whisper of me remains. I have kept her awake tonight despite her high dose of a sedative along with Sleepy-time tea! She even upped the ante with Excedrin PM, yet I just stayed in her body - surging -the invisible entity that I am. I sat there (or did I lie there?) for at least two hours or more. Finally something kicked in, and she was able to let go of me. However, I know I was probably there all along as she lay dreaming. When she tries to put a name to me, she searches for me on the internet. Night dread comes up, but I don’t exactly fit the description. I used to come only in the morning. She wants to know why I am coming to her at her bedtime now as well! She is afraid of me because she fears not getting sleep. Am I fear? She can’t explain me or properly define me. I can't define myself either! At this moment, I am pretty much gone, but maybe I'll return to her soon. Sept. 19, 2018 For Brenda Chiri's Write Me An Emotion-Act Poetry Contest
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