A flash appears

Outside the window

In the dead of night.

Quickly followed by a rumble.

Pitter Patter,

Pitter Pattering,
Continues in the dark

Keeping the only pair of eyes open.

Those eyes are filled so many emotions

Yet the bearer is frozen

Clutching onto their forsaken pillow.

Could they scream?
Could they break free of the invisible bounds?
They don’t know.

They are too scared.

Even though they know

That nothing could possibly hurt them.

They still tremble in their bed.

Staring out the window

While the darkness of the bedroom
And the beady eyes of their dollies and teddies stare right back.

Fearing that maybe a monster may sneak out from under the bed
Or maybe a killer will break in and bring on their demise

Or maybe even a ghost will haunt them.

Either way, they are still stuck.

Pitter Patter,
Pitter Pattering,

Continues in the dark.