And she asked, "What do you do before you go to bed?"
Sadly, I have to revert back to the days,
When I had to check underneath the bed for monsters,
Make sure the closet was closed tight,
And that there was loud white noise in the background.
I shut my door,
Walk up the five steps,
And get my blanket adjusted right,
My pillows in place,
My cell phone plugged in,
My glasses off my face,
And finally, I could reach over and turn the light of quickly,
Letting my eyes blur,
So i couldn't see anything I didn't want to.
Then I hid under the covers,
Making a few attempts to get more comfortable.
I know it's never going to end.
I know it's extremely childish,
But I don't feel like I have a choice anymore.
Changing the ritual means changing myself,
And that's not something I do well.
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