Under The Covers

Lindsey Barns

 

Late in the night,

Stuck awake in your bed,

Where your home seems more

Of a halloween scare

Than a place filled with memories.

So, with slow movements, you hide

Under your covers.

 

You think you can hide,

Under the covers.

Protected from the shadows,

Crooked and thin against the walls.

Protected by a thin sheet, mere fabric,

A barrier against your wild imagination.

 

But it's paralyzing,

Under the covers.

Constricting your body,

In endless voids of night.

Staying still, spine tingling,

Imagining the gray shadows

Peering maliciously from their walls.

 

Yet we hide

Under the covers.

We exchange the gray shadows

Leering in black rooms

For a warm nothing.

Where shadows don't exist,

Where your body doesn't exist.

Here only your imagination exists,

In the safety,

Under the covers.