nightmares, heart pounding, fear.
Why is it always this time? What's so special about this hour of the night? Are my defenses lowest now? Are the chains weakest now? Why are the demons able to break free of their bonds? What is calling to me?
The profound silence of the deep night magnifyies all else. My heartbeat is a thunder in the room. The calls of the night owl fill my ears. The rustle of the bedclothes as I move will surely wake the world.
Sleep weighs heavy at the back of my mind. I reach futilely for the safety of it's caress, but the goal eludes me.