Across the bedroom a squirrel with a fluffy tail sits on a stump. It holds a rose, lost in peaceful thought. Its light shines from within, calming in the dark, but I am still afraid. My sister sings happy songs she learned in school to chase away monsters that might hide in corners where the light cannot reach. Wrapped in the luminescence of love, I drift into sweet dreams.
~Elise Skidmore ©2023