The most interesting room in my house was my
bedroom.
Particularly at night.
When it was dark.

My body was often paralyzed under the weight
of darkness
It would crush me.
Immobilize me.

I couldn’t move against it
I could only learn to be calm.
Often I would have visitors, when trapped in this state–
The Place between The Moon and The Sun

They would emerge through closets and open doors.
They would manifest themselves unto chairs–
using clothes and closets as portals into my bedroom.

I could only watch them as they watched me…
Envious
That my home was not theirs.

Their visits would be brief–
Leaving as soon as the first rays of sunlight seeped through the blinds
and bled into the room.
Vanquishing the specters
as quickly as they had manifested.

They appear only to make themselves known as
they remain trapped forever
at The Place between The Moon and The Sun