2am Fear.

2am on the clock. It's dark out, but the moon is bright.
The house is still and silent, only the creek of my feet on the floorboards disrupt the calm of the night. I creep to the bathroom and fill my glass. I contemplate whether to turn on the light - a swift but loud click cementes my decision. I stare at my face in the mirror - a blurry version of myself stares right back. My hair is swept across my face. The whites of my eyes plagued by faint red lines. I nod. 'Over-tired' i whisper under my breath. I cautiously tiptoe back into my room, place the glass on the side and seat myself on the edge of my bed. I pick up my diary and hunt for my pen. I begin to write. But i stop. Fear takes hold. I havent checked for spiders. So i place my diary back down, rest the pen on top, heave myself up from my lying position and scout the room for 8 legged-creatures. Rest assured, there are none in sight. I relax, regain my position on the bed, and resume my writing.