I lay perfectly still, exactly in the middle, unmoving. My hands and feet were tucked snugly into the blanket, my neck was safely covered by sheets.
There was absolutely no way they were going to get me, it was impossible, improbable or at the least quite unlikely.
The witch hiding under my bed, the whatever it was in my closet, the vampire that waited just outside my window, and most frightening of all the inhabitant of that poster on my wall.
She moves when the lights are out, when no one else is looking. When she thinks I can’t see her she watches me.
Damn that poster of Daisy Duke on my wall.
When I was a child I was terrified of the dark. In the light of day my room was a safe place to play, to laugh, to read and sing. Once the sun went down though, it was a house of horrors. I knew something was out to get me. Even with my bedroom light on the darkness still overtook the corners of my room. I would stand in the well lit hall and leap 3 feet to the safety of my bed. With the sheets tucked in tight on both sides I would wiggle down between the covers then pull the sheets up and tuck them around my neck.
Then I’d stare at that poster until somehow I drifted off to sleep.
As long as I kept my eyes on her she wouldn’t move. As long as I kept my eyes open all the things that live in the dark corners of my room, beneath my bed, in my tightly shut closet, none of those could come for me.
As long as I kept my eyes open the dark would be held at bay.
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