100 Words - "Night Terrors"

Sleep escapes me, no matter how tired I am. Tossing and turning in the night I’m sent back to childhood, when the night meant dark and dark meant monsters under the bed.

Childhood monsters would be preferable to the adult deviants that haunt bed time. Though the fears could be chased away by the same thing.

Another person in the room.

Someone big and strong to hold me and protect me from the monsters, from the night terrors.

Having company is the kryptonite of both childhood and adult monsters.

Too bad I don’t have a superhero to lay with me.