I thought the tv static woke me up.

It clearly wasn’t morning, but I sensed something just outside the room.

The door inched open and a human shadow stood in the darkness.

“What?” I focused on its eyes… at least they would be.

No eyes to look into, but I felt it’s perception.

I think it started to move into the room after a few eternal seconds.

Light’s out for little me…

In the morning, I felt scared but not terrified.

Odd, because I was terrified of the dark then.

Instead of a haunting memory for 25 years, I now see it as an abrupt initiation into the possibility of worlds beyond.

That awe has echoed into everything, especially the mysteries of music and mind-power.

I’ve made friends with the night.

I know I’m never alone.