one night she suddenly became
overwhelmingly Conscious of the fact
that she didn't know
how to fall asleep.
like the ocean had drained
and the iceberg was left sitting wholly on
dry land.
and at first it was with Startling Clarity that
she heard the world around her;
from the whispery snoring next door
to the sighs and springy exhales of the bed.
but then the familiar soft blue
of the familiar night light
was swallowed into periphery
and her shaky breath crawled back down her throat to die
as she realised whilst she was no longer hidden
...neither were the monsters.
all the new unknowns
which had always been there
hiding in plain sight
in that corner
at the foot of the bed
in the air;
it was dark and quiet and cold.
but she was
more
awake
than she had ever been
just in case they were too
* * * * *
Author's Note:
The iceberg refers to the theory of your subconscious and conscious minds: how only 10% of your mind is conscious ie. only 10% of the iceberg is above water, and the rest is under
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