Goodnight moon

So, have you ever been weary and scared....you know the kind of weariness that creeps past your bones and into your soul.

I think I might be there.

I find that I just want to climb into the bed of my youth....to the protection of my parents....to a time when life did not press so heavily upon my soul....when I could sleep under my parent's roof and therefore under their protection. When I could close my eyes and sleep would come, quickly....when the dark was a friend that would escort me rapidly to my dreams. Now the dark is a stranger who lies in wait to creep into my being and whisper scary thoughts into my head throughout the night.

I just want to sleep.....the sleep that only comes when there is someone protecting you.