Day 2,535 —I Used to be Scared of the Dark— (with a Pond and a Path)

Running in the dark took some getting used to. I don’t remember ever keeping the lights on when I went to bed when I was younger, or even owning a nightlight. It is possible I did both of those things, but I wasn’t alone in the dark until I got older because my brother and I shared a room for a long time. 

      I still remember lying awake in my bed supine scared to move. I would imagine two-dimensional creatures all around me. I would see black splotches when I closed my eyes and opened them rapidly. Part of me knew that it would all go away as soon as the lights would come on, but part of me could not believe that I would ever live past that moment lying awake supine in the dark imagining dark shapes moving around me. 

     Now I find peace alone in the dark, listening to the silence, the wind, the noise of a train far off in the distance there is nothing more comforting than that feeling of total isolation.