While most of the world around you sleeps, the little terrors crawl up the back of your neck, and knock to get it.
You know better than to let them enter, but the coldness on the back of your neck becomes intolerable and you just open a small crack.
Slowly the thoughts begin to sleep and slide and ooze … like a thick black oil that darkens everything it touches.
The 2 am delusion has begun to awaken… and the shadows now begin to form. …in your mind….
…and in the left far corner of the room.. ..
You watch as the shadows melt into a form. The form will slither and sway from side to side, inevitably taking on the shape of something ominous. The night’s shadows play harmless tricks…or so people say. But as you blink your eyes once…twice…and again…that form becomes more solid and lifelike.
The veil between the daytime reality and the icy cold hand on the back of your neck becomes blurred, as you pull the blankets up and cover your head.
Only your fingertips peek out from underneath the blanket that you have diminishing faith in to protect you.
And you wonder if these black shadows started in your own mind…how they are now standing above you.
You can’t see them.
The blanket is covering your eyes.
But you know just the same.
The darkness is real … as long as you focus on it.
Your attention gives it power and makes it grow.
And as you focus your attention on not focusing on the shadows….they snicker at you with contempt.
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