Bedside Window

Some fear I hold to windows, open or closed, inconsequential, for whether they are open or closed, they still share the same threat.

I contemplate the sweet existence of windows so very much, 

except at night because the nighttime is, surprisingly, super scary 

The reason for saying windows are scary at night is because 

you just never know what may decide to climb through your window 

Figments and hallucinations, or maybe reality's conniving villains, 

robbers and serial killers, but you don't know if they want your head 

Quite frankly, I myself am scared of the thought when alone in my room, 

nothing to protect me except a pillow and a blanket to avert my eyes 

This simply isn't a horror movie, nor a horror game, not even a story, 

however, I know risk when I see it, and my window, well... 

It's a detrimental risk to all that I hold to be reason and sanity. 

Author's Note

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