Silent Night

Dreading the morning,
reluctant to sleep,

fearing the night creatures.

Heart beats loud,
house is quite,
save a gust of wind.

There is a gentle breeze
that caresses the hill top,
before continuing on into the silent night.

But the fatigue overcomes the fear,
and a head droops,
and the soft sound of snoring is heard.

A wildly flung hand knocks the alarm clock to the floor
and a pillow jets across the room

As the nightmares
begin
again.