Comfort Zone
When I was little, I was afraid of the dark
But my parents told me I had to sleep by myself
With no light
Not even a little night light
I was terrified
But, that night, I got under the sheets
And I could hardly move
I was so scared, I couldn't close my eyes
Not even for a second, or else
Some hideous monster would come and attack
Or a murderer brandishig a knife
I shook and clung onto my sheets
Until the bright sun finally came up.
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