12 A.M. with Night

Night threw a blanket over my head.

At first—

Wow this is kind of fun!

Dark. Hushed. Flashlight. Secrets.

She told me 

You have time now, to think

Isn’t that exciting?

The thick quilt 

surrounded me

and I noticed the walls 

sinking


Grasping for an edge of fabric

Then—

hot stale air.
Heavy cotton bending my neck.

Dark. Buzzing. Dead battery. Swirling.

Night left me alone under there
praying for sleep.