Protection.

Contributed by on 10/05/12

It descends like a blanket, enfolding and enveloping me, the darkness. It fills my room, turning the familiarity of my sanctum into a strange place, full of mysteries bathed in shadow. I draw the blankets up around me, hoping they will provide protection from whatever creatures lurk in the corners, behind the…things.

I focus my eyes on the light, the small, glowing night light in the corner or the room. I know it’s designed to reassure more than illuminate, but I open my eyes wide and will the weak rays I know it emits into my eyes. I imagine them spreading out and reflecting around the room. In my mind’s eye I see them war with the shadows, driving them back, warding off the creatures that lurk within. I imagine the hidden beasts shielding their eyes, turning away in pain as the light sears them. It burns, I imagine, and they slink off looking for easier prey. Perhaps tonight they’ll feed on my sister, for I know that she’s foolish enough to sleep in perfect darkness. I imagine that she’s easy picking for the things of the night.

I am safe, I am secure, and nothing can harm me now. Not while my light shines, not while I remain vigilant and will it to fill the room.

I feel my eyes become heavy, but I trust to the light, I trust it to keep me safe and watch over me while I sleep. I have used my eyes to expand its glow to fill the room, nothing can touch me now.

As I drift off to sleep, I am dimly aware of a feint scratching sound from the other side of the room.

The light goes out.

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