#WritcoPoemPrompt37

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,

Closing your eyes as you hid yourself in a blanket,
Wishing that the bed won't turn into a casket,

You snoozed away as the wind blows the curtains,
The cold seeped inside like you are on the top of the mountains,

Waking up only to find a different...