When I was a child, I used to go to sleep, in the darkness. And I would wake up, in the middle of the night. And I could see everything. Looking at the Shadows on my stucco ceiling... I could see how the small demons danced, as cars came by, and Illuminated them. I heard the thunderous Roar of Hell, ready to take me, whenever the freight train came by. And the clouds... They never looked quite right. I thought something might force me up there, take me away, forever. Instead, I spent most of my time safely locked in the basement.