Night Moves

Just when I thought the nighttime growling had ceased.  A few glorious nights of peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.  Dreams galore.  The vampire hunger returned.  Not the voracious roar, but a muted, sing-songy hum. Almost silent but deadly.  For over two hours I shifted, switched, and pretzeled.  Every move I could think to quell the fanged chatter.  Alas, I trudged toward the kitchen and downed a dozen peanuts just to satiate the impatient beast.  As the sun rose and sliced through my Hunter-Douglas blinds, sleep enveloped me - along with my vampire belly.