Awakened

Noise imagined on the edge of sleep

Dreaming?

Other senses tell me not

Ears straining

Not a stirring nor a creaking to be heard

Eyes closing

Returning to the arms of slumber

But a feeling

A sense of nearby presence taking hold

Something watching

Waiting, for an undefended time

Moonlight dances

Running through branches, across leaves

Stretching, twisting

Throwing visions into doubt

Eyes adjusting

Outlined figures taking shape

Edge of sight

Anxieties adding textures to the dark

Rationality

Shake off childish foolish fears

Considered futures

Tomorrow’s plans derailed by tiredness

Seeking comfort

Allowing thoughts to drift

Still observing

Whilst awaiting sandman’s touch

But now to falling

The warm embrace of sleep

As moonlight stills

The looming shadows start to grow