It has been many years since I have feared things that go bump in the night.
I pray for twilight.
And dread the daybreak.
For in the hours between, the world sleeps.
It rises and falls with heavy breath, sometimes startled awake for a time, but soon returns to its slumber.
It is mostly unbothered, for those few hours every day, by my presence.
There is no one to harm me, in the harsh light of noon-day, as others look on, and do nothing.
Laughs and Lobotomies 