Shadows creep along the room.
Ray of light from the distant moon sneaks past a slit.
The child lies beside, breathing softly.
“Why are you awake?”
“I can’t sleep. I am scared.”
The curtain waves a little.
“Why?”
I see nothing now.
It’s what you see all the time.
These shadows.
They will go away when the day breaks.
Nothing is moving.
Your mind is not still.
I am afraid of the dark.
Close your eyes.
I can hear things.
That’s us talking.
Why aren’t you asleep?
Because you are not.
Will you always be with me?
Yes, I will.
Who are you?
Me?
Yes, you?
You don’t know?
No!
Wake up in the morning and you can see me.
Where?
In the mirror. Now sleep…
I shut my eyes and drift on to a dreamless world.
