Watcher

He opened his eyes and there, white-smiled and wide-eyed in the midnight gloom, was the creature.

It hung back against the wall: long arms, long body, round head. Hairy, but in the way a shadow is hairy. A thing knit of night itself.

Before, he had closed his eyes and given in to fitful sleep. But now he gathered his courage and spoke: ‘What are you doing here?’

–Watching over you– Its voice was muffled and warped. –Rest now. You’re safe.–

After a moment, he did.

A microfiction with thanks to Quiet Rain for tipping on Ko-Fi. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay, used under Pixabay License.

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