My breath stains the clear glass with the fog of condensation

While my foot subcontiously and unoticably taps the wooden floor

Night is coming

And I am afraid

Afraid of what could lie within the shadows

Within the darkness

Something that could pop out and grab me 

Only to pull me back in and immerse me in the unknown 

Or maybe something that stalks me through the night

Back to my house

And just waits

For me to close my eyes and go to sleep

So it can squirm itself into my happy, content dream

And turn it into a living hell

Where only shadows live

And watch

And wait

I'll have to enter this darkness soon

To travel back from which I came

But night time is coming

And I'm afraid