4 am

It's four am, and I find myself laying in the darkness, the light from my laptop lighting my face.
The entire rest of the room seem enraptured in shadows,
but when I turn to look I can make out the fuzzy details of my desk, door, and dresser.
I wonder why I can't sleep, an hour after I said I would.
I briefly look at the heater, it's red light casting a dim glow on the black metal.
It's on, yet I can't help but still feel cold.
Soft music pulsed through my headphones as I closed my eyes with thought.
I'm certain I'm the only one awake, a yawn leaving me, but when willing my eyes to close, sleep doesn't come.
I'm so tired...
I hoped that writing my thoughts would help me sleep, yet I can't find ease,
My stomach upset for some unknown reason.
Deciding I can't focus, I shut down my music, looking around again.
There are more shadows around me.
Humanoid,
yet I don't feel afraid.
I know they're not real.
Shaking off the insecurity I feel, I glance to my door frame,
the light of the hall not making a dent in the dark room.
I can see the shadows melting the wood together, making it impossible to open.
rolling over, I stared at my ceiling, and suddenly found I could no longer move,
watching a small orb descend from the ceiling, only to fly back.
I try to will myself to move, lowering my gaze back to my computer, sudden uncomfortable with the shadows around me.