55 words. Scared of the Dark.

Midnight.
The moon in full flight, accompanied only by the echoing wind clattering against your fragile windows. Despite the routine, the depth of the surrounding darkness consumes you as you clench your covers, pusillanimously cowering underneath your blanket. Your fatigue sets in, as does your alarm, you drift off to a hopeful eternal slumber.




Footnote.
If I don't happen to think of anything creative, I'll do something like this. x).