Night and A Teddy Bear Called Nothing

Teddy is a brownish rug mammal tilted on my bed
At an angle that equals my own, while I'm disembodied overhead.
My blanket, the battlefield where my arms and feet fight for space
On the floor my pillow defeated by spiritual thousand volt seizures.
Teddy is the priest exorcising me
Teddy likes to be called Nothing
He is soft and warm with cold peering eyes.

Buried in his fur are old yellow toothpicks
Leftovers he stole from all the restaurants we visited.
“Did you keep the score, uh?”
Teddy slowly opens his mouth unable to fully lift his head
“Boy, keep pestering me while I sleep and I’ll rip your head off!”
My hand waves mockingly at him from above.
“You’re too slow and fat, besides everyone hates you for being Nothing.”

Teddy’s shadow is cast upon the walls by a passing cars spotlight
His growls fill my head as the room is lit up.
“Look at the crucifix boy and repent!”
A prism of colours reflect in Teddy’s eyes seeking their target.
Hard into the bed I crash, deep within the thick blankets
I am suffocating, waving my arms and legs to get rid of the heat.
One, two, even five toothpicks are buried into my body
“Feel that? Now you’re not going anywhere”

Pinned down, forced to sleep within the warmth I so despise.
My hand reaches out struggling in the darkness
Finally, Click! I find the button.
Air, cold and soothing hits my aching body and mind.
Far from my bed and the present, Teddy is swept away.
“Goodbye childhood, goodbye Teddy, goodbye Nothing.”