I pitty those who stay awake in the dead of night by their own thoughts. Their own brains battling against them as light fades from the sky and the only comfort they have is in a mass of fabric and half dead phones.
I try to help those down on their luck, appearing within dreams as something other than human. Sometimes bathed in light other times made of shadows, i take forms they are familiar with or ones they always wished they knew.
I see their fears and dreams, their hopes and wishes. Everything they knew and loved is shared with me for but a fraction of my life.
To them it could be years.
Some call me a demon, showing up uninvited when they think they are safe. Others praise me for my courage in seeking them out and guiding them to a better place.
But I dont care what they think of me, what they feel i should be. I am me. And i do as i was made to.
I'll visit you tonight child, when you cry yourself to sweet slumber after battling your brain for what feels like the hundredth time. Ill give you peace, if but for a moment, and hopefully you'll be able to take it and make it into a lifetime.
Until then, ill await our visit.