Disappointing A Shadow

Rolling out of bed with crusty eyelids,
beginning to traverse the darkened midnight halls.
I head to the bathroom,
going to take a piss at god knows when.
The roof creaks and cracks against the harsh winds among these old walls.
I turn on the light and my eyes start burning too tired to notice the shadow behind me lurking.
it lingers reaching out for me.
"I don't have time for this," I say
and swat it away.
Head back to bed and rest as I'm brain dead.
leaving the shadow behind to contemplate its faults.
I am now just another disappointment in this somethings eye.
The tall dark figure that stretched up the walls in the shitter is now just a shadowy quitter.
Heading home to a cooked supper,
announcing it just left its job,
to chase his passion of being a painter.
All because I was too tired to be fainter.
My bed is more important than a fear of being a shadows dinner.
So next time you see a specter in the mirror, just shrug it off without terror so it can go home and make life-changing decisions over dinner.