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"Chaotic Night"

Oxymorons are something of hilarity. A delicacy of words jumbled together in the perfect way to portray irony with the collision of two or more words. They have the same effect on your mind as a joke, once you see it you understand. Upon looking into the deeper meaning, you use it nearly daily without notice and carry on with your day.

The rain pouring down over the tin roof of my home made things sound dramatically louder than it really was out there. In the darkness of the room, I could see the lightning flash, lighting everything up in my room for a brief moment. The thunder boomed and I could feel the bed shake slightly thereafter. My heart was pounding, though I was old enough not to fear storms.
I looked all around my room, trying to find something to focus on so that falling asleep wouldn't come to me as difficult as usual. Of course, it didn't work, as the storm was driving my ADHD crazy. Was it insomnia or something else toying with my brain to keep me from resting? The rain, though noisy, was somewhat relaxing. Much like water gliding gently off a waterfall, it gave me a sense of calm.
Though I felt somewhat calm from the storm, the flickering bright light from the storm lighting up my room every so often, filled me with some anxiety. I got these flashbacks to horror movies that made me think some monster would be standing before me in one of the flashes and be gone the next. I knew it was impossible, as I didn't believe in monsters, but it was a thought in my mind nonetheless.
I tried turning to the side, facing my closet on the far side of the room. I figured it would help me drift to sleep, being in a comfortable position.
Upon looking to the closet, something peculiar stood out to me. Was the door propped open slightly? The first thought zooming through my mind was there was something waiting inside, ready to pounce. It felt like one of those scenes in a horror movie where the closet would be closed, and in a flash of light, be wide open, flooding me with sudden panic.
I knew the curiosity would get the best of me. After all, I always made sure the door was shut. I get too paranoid sleeping in the dark to keep it open. I crawled out of bed and carefully approached the door.
Upon making it to the door, I pulled it open and looked inside. There sat, cradled in a corner and holding their knees, was what looked like me.
"Please don't hurt me!" the person cried.
I looked down on them with a twisted smile on my face. I raised a finger to my lips and hushed them. I shut the door and made my way back to my bed. Everything was as it should be.
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