Solitude

I used not to. I would sleep with the lights off. I even prefer the lights off in our living room and just let the glare of the tv screen and the lamp post light outside the house be the only illumination in the room. I just love the coziness of dim lights.

But when my mom got sick, she wanted bright lights and would scold us when we turned the lights off. She associated a dark room to something akin to a call to the negative. I guess it rubbed off and I now want a bright room and feels unsafe when I’m in the dark. Am I afraid of it? A little, I must admit.