Lying underneath the covers, trying hard not to breathe. Trying hard not to let them know I am here. Plagued by the thought of their wickedness and immortality. The lights no longer illuminate what was once a place of safety and warmth. A place I knew I could not feel pain or be on the receiving end of anger. But now I am vulnerable, as every shape becomes the monster luring me into his trap ready to transport me to the world of darkness.
Clinophobia is related to the fear of sleep, which many people associate with dying. …
