Your eyes open with a soft breath on your neck. You turn over in your bed to see nothing, no one, there. The room is a strange shade of blue that you’ve never seen before. It’s an uncomfortable shade of blue, heavy in tone and laden in a rough, unsettling context. You close your eyes but it remains just as vibrant and piercing. The eyes in your closest and the monster under bed have long since passed, like your childhood and your innocence. But alas, you still fear the unknown. You still fear the inevitable. You still fear the dark. You open your mouth but an unseen hand quickly covers it. Mocking you. Mocking your attempts to scream. You bite at it but bite your tongue instead. You retreat under your covers, convincing yourself that the cheap fabric will save you. You remain there, frozen. Begging for a feeling of comfort to cover you like the blanket you’re clinging to. You peer out from beneath your shelter to see that the night has passed. You’ve made it. Congratulations. Tomorrow’s another day. Tomorrow’s another night.