I-Can't-Sleep

I lay in bed, an I-Can't-Sleep,
and wait for the You're-Too-Tired-To-Stay-Awake to come.
But, while I wait, some kind of Aren't-You-Scared comes by,
and I ask him the time, but he just replies
"IDon'tKnowYou'llHaveToAskSomeoneElse."
Or something like that.
I'm now I'm a Trying-To-Be-Brave, watching that
Aren't-You-Scared slink around, touching my things.
And he puts his slimy Touch-Your-Things-Claws
on my face and whispers
"It'sTimeToSleep,That'sWhatTimeItIs".
And I sleep and dream about him and I and a football game.
And in the morning, that Aren't-You-Scared has gone,
and I realize that he wasn't an Aren't-You-Scared at all.
He was the Come-To-Tuck-You-In-Cause-God-Sent-Me-Angel.