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During the day,

I’m equipped to keep the monsters at bay.

But at night, when I’m asleep, I’m helpless.

Naked.

Stripped of saber.

and strategy.

So the monsters crawl under my sheets and, when I wake,

their talons are wrapped around my throat.

Sweet dreams are easy.

Sweet awakenings are another story.