Eyes in the night

So many lights, like eyes in the night. I know they're not there, but it's a jungle in here. The microwave stares at me, the refrigerator glares at me, the dishwasher gives me a fright. Watching me, stalking me, the eyes follow me in the dark. I try to sleep, but I daren’t count Sheep, fearing the beast may want to eat. I lay in bed, hiding my head, swearing tomorrow I will cover them in black electrical tape.