The Dark

When I was little, I was always afraid of the dark: The things that go bump in the night, the shadows on the wall, the crawlies creeping under my bed, the dark depths of my basement and the monsters lurking in my closet. Movies like "Labyrinth" and "The Witches" fueled my fears. I would hide under my sheets at bedtime lest the goblins or witches should get me. I used to have an intense fear of sleeping on my back; I was afraid I'd be mummified in my sleep or, perhaps, if a bad guy broke in, he would catch me lying on my back and kill me.

However, as I matured in University and afterward, I grew to enjoy the dark. I played computer in the dark, I watched movies in the dark. It's soothing and quiet. All your fears and worries are washed away and everyone is the same in the dark. Disembodied voices speaking to each other without prejudice or preconceived notions based on appearance.

I know now that if there's anything under my bed, it's probably Kody. And if it isn't then, "Great! Means I'll get a full night's rest!" Perhaps it is because my house is smaller than the ones I grew up in, but I find my dark house to be quite peaceful and calming. Or perhaps it is because I know that Kody stalks the hallway and rooms...He knows each nook and cranny better than I do and if anything is out of place...He'll definitely let me know.

I love the dark. Don't you?