When the lights dim
everything is shadow cloaked.
Cast again in shades of darkness
we see charcoal smears instead of reality
and the things around us appear to shift.
The cupboard across the room
grows into a monster,
mouth wide and hanger teeth open
to chew the world up
while the sun is not watching.
Those are the nights that require duvets
to hide beneath
until dawn brings itself to break
and the light can keep the shadows at bay.
Daily Prompt: Dim