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She hated the night.
The long hours of sitting alone in the silence,
Watching the shadows of the outside world on her walls.
Hearing the footsteps, the scratching, the yowling.
The loudness of both the silence and her thoughts.
No blanket could silence her head, only hide her from physical fears.
Nothing could stop her head from seeing the shadows shift
Into long, bony fingers trying to grab her,
To snatch her from home,
Only for her to blink and see branches.
Nothing could stop her from begging silently for the sun to rise,
To end her misery
Every sleepless night.