In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
You pull over the bed covers as a form of protection;
Your heart beats very fast you start to sweat
Every noise souns louder as the the plutotion night grows darker
What is that creak on the floorboards
Why is the wardobe door slighly ajar...