A Sense of Safety

I lay there listening to the blood pump threw my veins,
I listen to the night bird sing their song,
And the bull frog croak its lullaby.
I feel nothing besides the bed I lay on,
The pillow I lay on,
And the security blanket I sleep under.
Though for some reason,
I do not feel the cloths on me,
But I know they are there.

I taste what is left of the evening snack I had,
The spit sits on my tongue,
And nothing else.

The air is silent,
Nothing odd smelling,
The air isn't moving.
It's the room I'm used to.
Not even another persons jacket,
Smells of that person.

The nothingness I see,
The Blackness that fills the whole room,
It engulfs me too.
I see blackness,
Even when I open my eyes,
Still darkness.

The night is a scary place,
We all think of it as a haven from the day.
Could it be something scary?
Something peaceful?
But I'm not scared of what is around me,
But if I don't wake up at all.
From the sanctuary we call our nights haven.