Can’t sleep
The creature at the foot of my bed stares at me
I can sense his presence
But I am not afraid
Yet I am unaware of his intentions
Is he a ghost from my past?
Or nothing but a sixth sense?
An angel?
A demon?
Or nothing more than my mind playing tricks on me
So that I may feel some comfort
Some security
He’s always watching me
Dare I sleep and make myself vulnerable?
I dare.
I need my sleep.
What if I never wake up?
Oh well, at least I died a peaceful death.
I think…
I hope….
….Haunted….