Dark

Nightfall begins. It's beautiful, magical, even astonishing. The grueling, long process of avoiding my dreams. So many bad thoughts from the books I read right before bed. I could feel the darkness creeping up my window. I am scared! Terrified, anxiety ridden. I'm scared! I try to think of things, happy or magical to counteract all the feelings of darkness. I want to go tell mom, but the hallway is so long to my parents room. So maybe trying to read baby books at this hour will help my dreams. I tried a dream catcher to catch my dreams. And if it stayed bright all day I wouldn't be scared. Across the globe there are places like that, I've read about. And that in itself is absolutely magical. A night light being enough, is the type of night I long for. But until then I still have to fight with darkness. What did it ever do to me, darkness? Other than infiltrate my precious dreams with monsters, loud noises, and long dark memories. Leaving me broken and scared. Sometimes the creatures are even magical in weird ways like the books I read. It is not only what I have read but also movies that are full of darkness. Equipped with a creative genius' magical ideas, movies bring tons of visuals to my dreams. One day, I know I am going to get over being scared of these things. But that's going to take so long. So until then, I can only long for the day that I can read a book and not be so scared and anxious of the darkness that it entails. Or let my dreams turn events into things that are magical. Although I know it'll be so long until this night’s darkness goes away, I will read until the morning interrupts my dreams. Because being scared is for the birds, but the nightfall remains magical.