A/N: Wow, these uploads are fast! This is a story I wrote when in bed, sleepy, tired and unable to sleep. "She" in the poem can be anyone you want her to be.


Dark light

Starry night

Crouching under covers with

Undisguised fright and

Terror of the dark when

Her hand creeps out

From the sheet

Flicks a switch

Smiles at the light


A/N: Review, yet again.