The hallway

There is something down the hall. It's calling me without using my name. I'm not certain how it's doing that.
When I look pass the monitor down the hall I get a sense of vertigo. Like I'm peering off the ledge of a tall building. But it's just my hallway. I've walked down and from it hundreds of times. So why now is there dread at the end of it? Why do I feel fear from what is basically the path to my room.
The house is dark and quiet. The television is on, but I keep the sound off. It's like having a multicolour fire burning.
What do you want!
There is no style to the beckoning. There is no ominous darkness or a hissing voice. The hallway looks just as plain as it has every night before this one. The light is on and creates a warm glow. Sure there are long shadows and darkness there, but it's always been that way. There's always been darkness there, right?
I will be forced to walk down it soon. Since I'm finally getting tired enough to sleep. It will be good to finally sleep. These pills are just now starting to kick in. My brain feels wet and heavy.
Maybe I should just go now. Just go see what it is. I mean, there is nothing there I haven't seen before, right? Just the regular long hallway and door to my room. Safe as houses.
Yeah, I hear you. I just don't know why you keep calling me that. I'm not a child. Definitely not yours. Let me stay here just a little longer. Just finish this drink.
I'm forcing my eyes open now. It feels good to close them, but I don't want to walk down that hallway. Not yet. I'm not ready.
It will feel good to sleep. You don't need to tell me that.
I can feel the sleep closing around me. It's very inviting. But I'm scared. I'm not ready. I'm afraid I won't wake up. I want to wake up. But I'm so tired. Why did I take so many of those pills. Where did I even get them.
Ok. I can make it down the hall. Just awake enough to walk down the hall. I don't care anymore. I'm not afraid of you anymore. I just want to sleep. Just let me sleep.

Here I come.