How to succeed at failing

I was woken by a demon in the street.
At first I thought it must be inside me,
streaming a school of guttural language,
Undefined.
A fist grabbed my heart.
Fight or flight in action.
Could have been anything.
Then in my waking, I thought,
Is this inside of me or out?
Before I rationalised
It was a child
Being unconditionally uncooperative
About getting in a car
A brief toot of a horn
A car starting and driving on,
confirmed my suspicion.