Thoughts Beside An Open Window

This blackness is all consuming, bouncing and waving its way across my wall (not even the night light can save me now). I sit in awe as it grows larger, creeping up my bed frame, dragging claws against the wood (it's eating my room alive). However, I do not dare stop the beast, the creature that comes from the abyss. No, instead I find myself getting swallowed whole past the edges of my vision and under the bed.