Hiding Under the Covers

Nothing tonight, just the lingering wait, the lingering fate of tomorrow overhead.

Hope has gone to bed early and Joy slipped out the door. Wide awake is lonely Fear.

A little girl, I am. Hiding under the covers, calling for mom to wake up. Wake up. The dreams will not stop and they're beginning to seem real, to creep out from under my bed and dash past the crack in my door.

So be near tonight. Be near.

Will You wait at the foot of my bed, watch for the monsters in the closet and scare them away if need be? Because Alone is scarry. And You said Yourself it was never good for man to be so.