Those Nightmares After Midnight

Have to keep the door closed (after that midnight treat) The coyote or wolf far off (too close) Can’t remember the plot (salsa has tightened its grip) upon awakening (not at all sure of that) the widening of the dark I open the door slowly to the shadows (a strange light and likeness) The wild animal is scarier enclosed, inhibited (it tears at my throat, claws my innards - from a distance) The pillow next to me has no face or hair (hope he’s living downstairs!) I need his warmth, his touch (I’m shivering cold) ALL THE LIGHTS GO ON the bathroom the sink the bedroom the hallway the living room the stairs He’s there, in his chair I tell him I need him He says he will be along shortly, so I remain, reading in my recliner shortly waiting then the warming begins side to side his hand over mine a warmer blanket after midnight the wolf will wait to attack and with waiting he satisfies his appetite I’m still cold at midday but my fears sleep