Down the Rabbit Hole

What thoughts

What thoughts I have these days, in the long, dark hours of my restlessness!
I lean into shadows, straining to hear the shallow breaths of an intruder. I recheck doors and windows that I know are locked. I race from pool of light to pool of light lest the things that lurk in midnight's concealment reach out and snag me. I smell the faint scents carried on the currents of air and resist the urge to venture into spaces in which there is no ready outlet for escape.