I have read quite a few books where the character suffers from a split personality that arose from the fear of facing life alone. Maybe they felt that they were not strong enough to take the abuse that the world handed out. Or it was survival instinct that refused to be snubbed out. Mostly, it was at night that the dominant personality manifested itself and took over the reins of control. The passive personality went into hibernation until it was time to face the music again.
In the dark of the night
I can feel you slipping
Under the covers of my skin
Snuggling deeper till you saturate
Me from head to toe.
Your fingers fill the empty spaces
Reassuring me that I am not alone.
I inhale deeply the courage you radiate
And sleep dreamlessly for the first time.
The rays of the rising sun bleach you out,
Off the perfect tan of my skin.
I feel your strength ebb and flow till finally
You recede to a forgotten corner of my mind
Waiting for the welcoming arms
Of the darkness to reunite us once more.
I cower in fear at the thought
Of facing all by myself
The horrors that daylight brings.