If Only

I wish it was Christmas, rather than Halloween. With a hand to hold and my mind less on edge I might be able to get some sleep. I could use a drink, and that's all really not like me. Distance has changed me for the worse I'm afraid. I'd just like to get on the road, and whether driving or sitting in the passenger seat I'd be alright.
















I'm hoping my nightmares will subside for the night, first because I'm home all alone, but mostly I just can't afford these nerves. How am I ever going to grow up when there's monsters under my bed?