To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub
Hamlet, William Shakespeare
When I sleep I need to feel safe.
I have nightmares; big scary monsters.
So I have company.
On my left lies my black and tan pup,
and my right is the place for my orange kitten.
I am in the middle with a soft light on my face.
Around me the house moans it’s nightly aches,
she is over a hundred,
her rafters creak and she settles, sighing.
In my mind I see things crawl up the stairs.
People stand in the black and look down,
inches from my face.
Beside me the cat leaves, intent on mice.
I feel his leaving and toss in the bed
imagining him running from my monsters.
I see him broken.
He is fine, just a nightmare.
They don’t stop, overlapping and building.
I battle hidden things and darkness,
not the hero but the hapless victim.
Neither animal are my saviour,
instead that comes from a warmth.
A splash of light across my face
from the open curtains.
The cry of the cockeral and the song of a blackbird.
Then I settle. The night is over.
No more monsters.
The battle is done, not won but a draw.
My imagination sleeps.
This post was inspired by the daily prompt – mr. sandman.
The picture is from themetapicture.com.