Night is tricky with all its murmurs, and whispers, and mumbling voices; in doorways a face awaits.
With eyes that never blink a snicker reaches the peak and the mouth opens wide and darkness becomes aware of my thoughts, and dreams, and cries.
I tremble and shake with my irregular heartbeat, gasping and choking against deceiving breaths that are impossible to maintain.
Family and friends say my anxieties are nothing, that I should be over them. I agree with their truthful sayings, but what about those fears of loud noises, or speeding cars on a snowy night, or stairs that offer my food to slip?
It could just be possible that I am terrified of almost everything, but does that mean that my valid fears should be muted my others?