On clear nights when all the stars of his outline are in view the giant squid swims down through the darkness and right up to your window. His eye takes up the entire pane.
As he watches you sleep his tentacles wrap lightly around the telephone pole and the Oak tree out back. He stretches them out all the way around your house, never really making contact excepting brief little brushes, just long enough to make you wonder about his intentions.
In the Summer he takes out the screen and runs three tentacles around your bed. He gently brushes your face but you only turn your head and smile like a child ,still deeply sleeping. At this time if he were to be attacked with a spear or an arrow from those jealous heroes in the sky he would surely crush you to death and smash your house. There will be no such misfortune . The forgotten champions just stand up there night after night fuming over the freedom of the giant squid. Their jealous rage is the source of the Northern Lights .
And so you rest wonderfully in your ignorance.