As a small child, I would lay awake in darkness and fear.
A crowded world of little girls, shielding their tiny bodies
with blankets from the pitch of dark and the imaginary monsters within it;
I lay awake fearing, what was then, the reality of hellfire and demon possession.
That was my greatest fear.
Oh. And tigers.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
As a small child, I would lay awake in darkness and fear.
A crowded world of little girls, shielding their tiny bodies
with blankets from the pitch of dark and the imaginary monsters within it;
I lay awake fearing, what was then, the reality of hellfire and demon possession.
That was my greatest fear.
Oh. And tigers.
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