Sleep, a precious nightmare

I am the light sleeper.
Night is my 'precious nightmare'.
I shut the windows and my thick curtain tight.
Then, I advice everyone that I am going to sleep.
Darkness and silence are precious commodities at bedtime.
The lack of sleep due to unforeseen reasons is a high cost for me and anyone around me.
When the night roar and turn into day, I battle through the night against the outside world.

The outside world is a funny place. Its tremor is different depending on where you live. 

I grew up in the countryside as a child where the night is pitch and the birds jam all day long.
At bedtime, my only enemies were the clock and the light.
The tick-tock danced a manic waltz in my bedroom once, twice.
It always ended up at the door, without batteries or smashed against the wall.
The light entered in my room through the bottom of the door.
It brought with it white ghosts and witches.
I'd stared at them.
I'd wait for them to leave but they would not.
My only option was to get up, grab clothes and lock the light out.

The night was finally peaceful.
Morpheus finally arrived taking me to some other places at some other time.

I became an adult. Night remained the drama we all await to gorge ourselves with alike watching a novella.

Here is the drama:

TO BE CONTINUED