The night visitor

I awoke at 3 a.m. from a deep sleep.

It was in my room again, last night; the heavy presence of someone...or something standing over me.

Original sketch by Piper Draconi 

 I live alone with my two dogs; both were fast asleep at the foot of my bed.  The cold drizzle of fear ran down my spine. Psychologically paralyzed from the extreme terror of the unknown, hours seemed to pass.

This presence I wondered, is it here to strike me down?  What will come next, Heaven; Hell or the sleep eternal?  Are Angels real? Will God send me a winged soldier from Heaven, come down to swoop up my soul into the warm glow of white clouds and the song of trumpets? 

My breathing’s becoming labored. Ice formed around my heart, beads of sweat at the tip of my nose.
I’m having a panic attack?
Thoughts of aliens, pyramids, Anubis standing on sand colored alter with a dagger for a sacrifice.
I am no lamb. I clasp the bed sheet with a death grip, “I am not afraid of you” {a lie}.  

Strength propelled from my gut, I jumped from my bed; sending my dogs into barking hysteria. I darted across the room to find my salvation; a ten dollar floor lamp from Walmart. The dark energy instantly dispersed at the first strike of light. Where did it go?
It does not matter, so long as it stays away.