She sleeps soundly most nights
Has learned to tune out the darkness
Detaches from the horror
That visits in the night

She dreams of honey and flowers
Dances the dance of the faeries
Floats among the puffiest clouds
Detached from the dark world below

She is startled by the lack of breath
Tries to open her eyes
Sees only the utter darkness
Can’t hear her own muffled screams

Drifting back to sleep
Or, she wonders, “Is this death?”
Falling back into the dim hallway
She walks on the way to her dreams

She sleeps soundly most nights
Her conscious mind is unaware of the evil
Blessedly kept safe from the horror
That visits her each night