Scattered Dreams

When I wake at midnight my dreams do scatter. I lie there and wonder, will I ever get back to them? Back to where I was when some ungodly thing woke me from my pleasant peaceful slumber. They scatter to the four corners of my room to hide in the deep dark recesses of cobwebs clinging there, Some scatter and hide beneath the bed where the dust bunnies rest. I am fearful of what I may find, for some dreams are best left hidden kept in the dark stillness of the night left to fade into nothingness...best forgotten for the shadowy things they are. May pleasant dreams return me to my sleep for while they scamper about my room they remain naught but treasured memories.