Arguments

I see

A closed, white door,

A flickering candle

Creating shadows

With its light.

I hear

A waking vent,

Or, is it a step

Up the stairs

In the night?

I feel

Fear enter my toes

And swim through my blood

Until my whole body

Is tense.

I am

Not scared to sleep,

but scared to wake

Tomorrow, and do it

Again.