Hands and arms extended before him,
feeling his way through the darkness,
He sensed piercing eyes
watching his every move.
His skin crawled with fear.
He stepped up his pace,
trying not to trip over unseen obstacles.
He knew if he fell
he may never get up.
They would be upon him.
Theirs was an unspoken pack mentality.
A sixth sense of communication
that would allow them to envelop him
like wolves on a sickly elk.
He kept steady,
never wavering from his course,
keeping his one goal in mind.
He couldn’t allow his fear of the dark
to overtake him.
Finally, he felt the solid object he sought.
His hands frantically explored
the familiar flat surface
while he once again
felt the pressure of the unseen.
Suddenly his fingers reached their ultimate goal.
Fumbling with urgency
of someone clawing their way
out of a grave,
the object clicked
and he felt relief.
would he let his dad
close his bedroom door
without turning on his nightlight.
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